Your Father from Virginia EP by San Cristobał

Met you by the opera house
Searching for my soul
Dragged me deeper down the rabbit hole

Said goodbye beneath the stairs
Had to catch your plane
I dreamed of you upon the TGV

Never one like you
In all the years I’ve roamed
The sun it is falling your father is calling you home

Over mountains to the city
On the salt sea side
Chapel where a man once took his bride

And now your father shakes my hand
I wonder if he knows
As he irons out all the creases in my clothes

Standing there in your
Dress of scarlet red
Into the evening your father is going to bed

Then the rain it fell
In the nighttime I remember well
On the seaside I was falling through
As we slowly stumbled two by two

But in the nighttime we try to be
Older than we are
Drew upon my drivers license card

• Afrobeat
• Beatles pop
• Pop
• San Cristobal
• baroque pop
• Ann Arbor