In My Arms Lyrics - Jeff Buckley

slow birds, no breeze 

Iron hearts, rustin' streams 

Long march, small crimes 

soft words whisper 

Its time to come home 

your eyes 

to bring back your charms 

to sit real still 

in my arms 

clocks tick, trees pound 

lions roar on empty streets 

long lists in black and white 

red words that read like 

the forth of july 

you're home, look at me, 

you're home, uh huh, 

you're home 

in my arms