كلمات Hazel St.

And there was no connecting actions and words And the bright sunlight, the movement of white birds The car ride home, smiling again The light of my focus, the light of my bed Theres no use calling, I knew what you'd say I had no way of knowing what ended today Words are familure I could not explain Why the subject was always just out of frame I was 16 I lived on Hazel Street Protect me from my seam And guide me with your heat I was 16 I lived on Hazel Street Touch me from the seam And guide me with your heat And ice forms their sheet They're melting in the street The ice forms their sheets They're melting in the streets