San Francisco Lyrics by Aldous Harding
I lost my head in San Francisco
You begged me not to drink alone
I run the bridge while you are sleeping
I beat down her silver stitch
Salt over my skin
Watching the canyon
Cream over berries
Wings of migration
Wait for the taxi
Curls relaxing
Can only brace when Jeremy drives
As for him – he’s coming down Folsom
As for him – he’s counting down Folsom
I sit up straight in isolation
I ask for the things I need
You laugh at me for keeping feathers
But you don’t see helping down the naked owl
Baby, I know who I am
What is the change to save me?
Big hovering star
Maybe it’s the change to save me
As for him – coming down Folsom
As for him – he’s coming down Folsom
As for him – counting down Folsom
Why wouldn’t I wanna meet you?
Why wouldn’t I wanna hold ya?
Why wouldn’t I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn’t I?
Why wouldn’t I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn’t I wanna hold ya?
Why wouldn’t I wanna meet ya?
I’ve never been a believer
I don’t cry when I’m told
I’ve never been a believer
Why wouldn’t I?
Why wouldn’t I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn’t I wanna hold ya?
Why wouldn’t I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn’t I wanna hold?
Oh why?