Skye Edwards Jamaica Days

The ships they sail on, on my wall paper 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 Travelled as 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 wall paper wall Mama I know why