Lyrics San Luis - Gregory Alan Isakov
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
And
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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