Jeff Buckley

Jeff Buckley - Jolly Street lyrics

no breeze

iron hearts

rust in streams

long march

small crimes

soft words

whisper

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

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