Creeping Weeds
Greetings from SLO
Beneath the streetlamp San Luis ObispoI saw your ghost going by the window out in the foothills Atascadero I yelled your name and I heard an echodown by the water on the beach at PismoI drew your face in the sand and felt the wind blow back to the hotel looked out the windowI saw your light it was guiding me home. Hello.
From Letras Mania