To be a genius A guilt, in love So good at something wrong So plainly as God Now I fall for seven See them everywhere, everywhere I go Nothing's more rigged than happiness Flowers no one picks California poppy California poppy California poppy California poppy ♪ Every motion was blue A landscape of desire It was noon, midnight of day Celestial eyes, jasmine wrist too In the streets, you catch a glimpse Of yourself, and run There's no fire I'd kneel beside There's nothing I'd rather be now The grand stand of youth is closed But your role is declined Are you having those dreams again? Gold cups scatter his sighs, yeah California poppy California poppy California poppy California poppy California poppy ♪ California poppy ♪ California poppy ♪ California poppy