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Lutalo
Lutalo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lutalo Jones
Lutalo Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lutalo Jones
Lutalo Jones
Producer
Jake Aron
Jake Aron
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thought about why children lie
Held the shell of a snail near their eye
Crumbled soul on hollow ground
Swallowed paper, conscious found
[Verse 2]
In the cold on a winter's night
Kiss of gold with pale green light
St. Paul's where he and I call home
Felt a force with calming tone
[Chorus]
Oh, when it comes, then it comes
Oh, when it comes, then it comes
Oh, then it comes
[Verse 3]
We'd trudge ourselves on Summit Hill
Wind would howl its open shrill
Imagine life in those cobblestones
His father lived to paint their homes
[Chorus]
Oh, when it comes, then it comes
Oh, when it comes, then it comes
Oh, then it comes
[Verse 4]
The snow would pile and kill our phones
We'd lie on ice till it numbed our bones
We’d creep inside after smoke would pass
To see how long our time could last
[Chorus]
Oh, when it comes, then it comes
Oh, when it comes, then it comes
Oh, when it comes, then it comes
Oh, when it comes, then it comes
Oh, then it comes
Written by: Lutalo Jones
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