Jersey St by Noah Dillon Lyrics

Hold out your hand my dear
I hope you’re with your daughter’s dad
All I is your heart, I saw it sink into the grass
On Jersey Street

And even the snails will miss your hands
And even the snails will understand
What you meant to me
Well I’ve seen clouds start to run away
I think they might be making space
In the endless sky, in the ageless sea
For you to watch over me

Well I hope you’re with your daughter’s dad
I hope he’s glad
Yeah I hope you know all that you were
Yeah I hope you know I’m with you in the darkest hours of the day

Hold out your hand my dear
I hope you’re with your daughter’s dad
All I is your heart, I saw it sink into the grass
On Jersey Street