Jamaica Days - Skye

The ships, they sail on

On my wallpaper wall

I don’t know why

London rains fall

Jamaica days call

I don’t know why

Your eyes are blinding my urban ways

I need to know your sunshine rays

I don’t know why

The silver in my night

Is your silver hair and my flight

I don’t know why

For the price of eleven quid

Mama traveled as a kid away from home

Don’t know why

Your eyes are brightness just like mine

Too much silence, too much time

I don’t know why

Your eyes are blinding my urban ways

I need to know Jamaica days

I don’t know why

The ships, they sail on

My wallpaper wall

Mama, I know why