Jolly Street Jeff Buckley
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Jolly Street" by Jeff Buckley. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
Slow birds
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
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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