Artist: The New Pornographers
Song: july jones
Album: Electric Version
Year: 2003
Come clean through the waves of debris.
The mind's eye is first to go, so hang onto that number like gold.
And get thee back to the old truth, July Jones, July Jones
'cause baby thereís a lot we don't know.
One of the greats, on the way, hold on.
One of the greats, on the way, hold on.
Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
Class war held your hand through your plans and not me, but stay free.
Baby, there are worse things to be. So lay free in your faith beside me, but lay low, but lay low,
'cause baby there's a lot we don't know.
One of the greats, on the way, hold on.
One of the greats, on the way, hold on.
Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
Class war kissed your lips, left you stripped to your toes, and I know
that baby it's so much to outgrow.
So get thee back to the old truth, July Jones, July Jones
'cause baby there's a lot we dont know.
One of the greats, on the way, hold on.
One of the greats, on the way, hold on.
Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
