Текст песни Back Of My Hand - KAWALA

I've known this place for years, but it keeps changing by the day
Sell all of the meaning that these streets would display
Oh, I've been 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

My 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
Up all the way
To the assembly house
I knew this place like the back of my hand
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?