Besedila: Frank Turner. Sunshine State.

I remember the day the day
When I had to take you to the airport
And put you on a plane
And so you left me

Left me alone on an empty tube train
Deep under the ground
While you were bathed in sunlight
High above the clouds

I needed you here
To be my sunshine in London town
California's had more than its fair share

You left me to these small skies
And to rain-soaked concrete
To Morrissey and Robert Smith
And complicated streets I know

On which you lost your patience and your way
The way you always did on steel gray rainy days

I needed you here
To be my sunshine in London town
California's had more than its fair share
Of beating summer sun and shining seas
But it doesn't have a shred of honesty

I know the truth, yeah, Neil Young
And Joni Mitchell were Canadians
I guess that makes sense, they had their fill
And then they moved away again

You're not alone, we all sometimes
Use words that we don't understand
Your love was only just skin deep
And in the end it gave me cancer

You might have been my sunshine
But I'd rather have a rainy day
California gets just what it deserves