[Intro] [four-on-the-floor kick drum, funky guitar scratches, syncopated bass] [Verse 1] [clean tenor male vocals] Salt air on a Sunday morning Your hand slipping away from mine DJ spinning something ancient Lost you in the crowd about nine [bass becomes more melodic] Got white sand running between my fingers But your face, your face won't leave my mind Was it real or just the chemistry? Left me searching for some kind of sign [Pre-Chorus] [synth pads swell] Ibiza's got me questioning every moment that we shared Were you even really there? [Chorus] [full band enters, bright synth stabs] Balearic ghosts, you haunt my timeline Dancing through my memory like it's ninety-nine Balearic ghosts, am I losing my mind? Was it real or just the crazy sunshine? [Verse 2] [drums continue, bass drives eighth notes] Dusty fused and vinyl spinning Sax cutting through the beat [staccato trumpet riffs] Seems everyone's uploading moments But our story, it's incomplete Yeah, there was Mediterranean magic And yeah, there was a lot to drink But screenshots can't capture that feeling And now I'm standing right back on the brink [Pre-Chorus] [vocal intensity increases] Ibiza's got me questioning every kiss I shared beneath its stars Could we even go too far? [Chorus] [energetic synth chords] Balearic ghosts, you haunt my timeline Dancing through my memory like it's ninety-nine Balearic ghosts, am I losing my mind? Was it real or just the crazy sunshine? [Bridge] [drums drop to kick only, atmospheric pads] Maybe our ghosts are just the people whom we loved but couldn't keep In the space between the music and the moments that we sleep Did you feel it too? Or was it just me? [Instrumental Break] [funky guitar solo, syncopated trumpet melody] [Outro] [Chorus melody returns] Balearic ghost, you haunt my timeline Dancing through my memory like it's ninety-nine Balearic ghost [vocal ad-lib] Was it all a waste of time? (time) Was it real or just the crazy sunshine? Balearic ghost Was it real? Was it real? Balearic ghost Tell me how you feel Balearic ghost, dancing still [final saxophone flourish, fade out]
