Description

One-Stop, Folk acoustic, Slow tempo, light, dreamy, atmospheric, airy, mellow, psychedelic, cinematic, love song, relationships, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, percussion, drums, Los Angeles, California

Lyrics

I saw your ghost when the night was growing cold you were over the hill, but I was under your spell I don’t know you well enough but I can tell the truth all roads lead to hell so I will try to follow you. I felt your pulse like a knife held to my throat you were hiding weary eyes, with all the lies under your coat. I don’t know you well enough but I can tell the truth all roads lead to hell so I will try to follow you, through and through.