Hello Scotland - EF

City streets in late spring

Where smoke covers everything

That’s where we push our ice

In front of ourselves

City streets in late spring

Where smoke covers everyone and everything

That’s where we push our ice

In front of ourselves

For being true, for being hurt

City streets in late spring

Where smoke covers everyone and everything

Heavy winds won’t bother us

It won’t break no trees, it won’t break no bones

City streets in late spring

Where smoke covers everyone and everything

Heavy winds won’t bother us

It won’t break no trees, it won’t break no bones

Heavy winds: it won’t break no trees, it won’t break no bones