Agnes Obel

Publié le 11 novembre 2011 par Eric Saramito

BROTHER SPARROW

Voices in the street, footsteps on the concrete
Guess I hear just every sound,
On the ground
From my window view,
I know a color blue
I can bite so very hard, the day apart

Picture fresh as water clear
Days have passed without you here
Street lights dancing on the dark across the park
Waiting for a word from you, waiting for a sign or two
Footsteps on the city ground, you know the sound

Brother Sparrow, oh oh oh oh,
come tomorrow, oh oh oh oh,
to my window, oh oh oh oh,
Brother Sparrow, oh oh oh oh,
come tomorrow, oh oh oh oh,
to my window, oh oh oh oh.

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