The Californian

There's a hole
And under the freeway we go
And there's and old
Old yellow radio
And there's a man
And his skin shows the time
And there's a dam
And that, damnit, holds in my mind
And there's a boy
And he can't count to five
And there's a girl
The girl's been buried alive
And there's a king
And the whole world's his crown
And he sits in his thrown of nothing upside down
And there's you
And you're holding my hand
But I'm a hole
I'm a billion grains of sand
There's a sign
And it wraps around my heart
And there's a line
In there that shows where you start
And there's an end
Where the good stuff begins
And there's a trendy bucket to hold your sins
And there's a love
So much bigger than you
And there's a lie
And a kick, and I hate you too
And there's a hole
All the way to china we'll go
And there's no way to know
If we'll make it back home
And there's a break
Where the sea meets the land
But it's a fake
It's a billion grains of sand
Before this whole castle washes away
There's one thing I need you to say
"I wanna know where you begin and where I end"
There's a burn
And it hurts in reverse
And there's an urn
So small it guilt trips your purse
And there's a pain
One that won't wash away
Down the drain
That drain that sucked the whole day
But there's a line
And that line ate the sun
And there's a wine
Of sand and salt on my tongue
Great big freaking wide open sky
A cloud looks like U and a cloud looks like I
There's a hole
Filled up with all the love that you had
I am that hole.
I'm a billion grains of sand.