Текст песни Harvest - Jasmae Hesse

The streets swirl with jazz in their lips
Bohemian rain sways windy from hips
Birds hang above on wires in loose grip
Hearts beat below off rhythm they skip

The lion's hotel
The turkey's mane
Withered hands around the cane
Cemetery
The phantom's brain
Wispy fingers around the grave

The bridges rise high as the tide
The moon's arms lull and are open wide
I sing a song while I try to hide
White meets the air with a dog by my side

The lion's hotel
The turkey's mane
Withered hands around the cane
Cemetery
The phantom's brain
Wispy fingers around the grave