Californian Soil - London Grammar

I left my soul

On Californian soil

And I left my pride

With that woman by my side

I never had a willing hand

And I never had a plan

But I'm glad I found you here

But I'm glad I've got you here

But I never had a name

And I never felt the same

They keep on trying it on

And they will keep on trying it on

And they will keep on trying it on

And I never felt the same

I'm young, I'm old

And so you do what you’re told

I never had a willing hand

And so you pack up all your bags

But I'm glad I’ve got you here

But I'm glad I've got you here

But I never felt the same

And this life is just a game

They keep on trying it on

They keep on trying it on

And they won't keep on trying it on

Until you never feel the same