Over your shoulder, fire And the setting sun
I could hear you sing
When you can't see the stars
It doesn't mean they're gone It doesn't mean a thing
In the morning, by the fire, we're going home
You're an arrow, sei una gioia, you're the sun
California, siamo amati, a summer home
You threw my golden promise Off the balcony
It doesn't mean a thing
When you can't see the stars
It doesn't mean they're gone It doesn't mean a thing
In the morning, by the fire, we're going home
You're an arrow, sei una gioia, you're the sun
California, siamo amati, a summer home
