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 grey 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.