San Luis (Apple Music Sessions)

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

Our highway boys are sleeping in

With their dirty mouths and broken strings

Oh, their eyes are shinin' 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

Cuttin' through the avenues, I'd always find my way to you

Beside the hook, the hammer lies

And fumblin' around in this smoke

Spendin' time chasin' 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

Well, you're somewhere in between

Fast asleep, a flyin' 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

San Luis