Paroles de Jolly Street

Slow birds No breeze Iron hearts Rust in steams 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 Red words that read like the Fourth of July You're home Look at me You're home Uhuh You're home In my arms Clocks tick Trees pound Lions roar on empty streets Long lists in black and white Red words that read like the Fourth of July You're home Look at me You're home Uhuh You're home In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms You're home You're home In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms In my arms