KAWALA - Back Of My Hand lyrics
[KAWALA - Back Of My Hand lyrics]
I've known this place for years, but it keeps changing by the day
Sell all of the meaning that these streets would display
What lay here before now washed away in the gale
When I was a boy, before it began
I knew this place like the back of my hand
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
The hands change all the time and prove much harder to read
Weathered skin all creased with broken bones underneath
But memories forgotten, they'll stay forever with me
When I was a boy, before it began
Before all of the flowers were ripped from the ground
And up all the way to the assembly house
I knew this place like the back of my hand
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
And home, sweetest of homes
My lonely island, where did you go?
And home, sweetest of homes
My lonely island, where did you go?
Sell all of the meaning that these streets would display
What lay here before now washed away in the gale
When I was a boy, before it began
I knew this place like the back of my hand
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
The hands change all the time and prove much harder to read
Weathered skin all creased with broken bones underneath
But memories forgotten, they'll stay forever with me
When I was a boy, before it began
Before all of the flowers were ripped from the ground
And up all the way to the assembly house
I knew this place like the back of my hand
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
And home, sweetest of homes
My lonely island, where did you go?
And home, sweetest of homes
My lonely island, where did you go?
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