Jeff Buckley - Jolly Street | Текст песни

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From the 1994 jazz passengers album in love.
Slow birds
No breeze
Iron hearts
Rust in streams

Long march
Small crimes
Soft words
W h I s p e r
It's time to come home - your eyes
To bring back - your charms
To sit real still
In my arms

Clocks tick
Trees pound
Lions roar
On empty streets

Long lists
In black and white
(s h h) red words
That read like the fourth of july
You're home
Uhuh
You're home
In my arms