Karaoké 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

Hmm hmm hmm hmm

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

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

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

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