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

What lay 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

Ooh-ooh

The hands change all the time and prove much harder to read

Weathered skin all creased with broken bones underneath

But memories forgottn, they’ll stay forever with m

When I was a boy, before it began

Before all of the flowers were ripped from the ground

And up all the way to the assembly house

I knew this place like the back of my hand

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh