You were born in '67
About 9 o'clock at night
A couple years before I lost control
and ended up inside.
The clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true
I stopped taking all my pills
they made me feel so dead inside.
Just like the sun was going out
I didn't think I сould survive
The clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true
Now I'm writing from a caravan
behind your nana's place
I think my spirit will be happier
with the stars in outer space.
The clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true