Jolly Street — Jeff Buckley

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

vclocks 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