San Luis

Weightlessness, no gravity Were we somewhere in-between? I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me A bird's eye view of San Luis Oh, highway boys all sleeping in With their dirty mouths and broken strings Oh, their eyes are shining like the sea For you, the queen of San Luis I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me A bird's eye view of San Luis Cutting through the avenues I'd always find my way to you Beside the hook, the hammer lies Fumbling round in the smoke Spending time chasing ghosts Hold me down, hold me down, child Hold me down, hold me down, child California called you queen With your golden hair and magazine Were you somewhere in-between? Fast asleep, a flying dream I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me A bird's eye view of San Luis I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me A bird's eye view of San Luis I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me A bird's eye view of San Luis I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me A bird's eye view of San Luis

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