July — текст песни (Dashboard Confessional)

It`s yet to be determined
But the air is thick, and my hope is feeling warm
I`m missing home, and I`m glad your not apart of this
Theres parts of me that will be missed

And the phone is always dead to me
So I can`t tell you the temperature is dropping
and it feels like

It`s colder then it ought to be in March
And I still have a day or two ahead of me till I`ll be heading home into your arms again
And the people here are asking after you
It doesn`t make it easier
It doesn`t make it easier to be away
I`d like to have a plane
And see you in the morning
When the day is fresh
I`m coming home again
I`m coming home again
I`m coming home again
When the day is fresh
I`m coming home again

It`s warmer where your waiting it feels more like July
There`s pillows in their cases
And one of those is mine
You wrote the words I Love You
And sprayed it with perfume
It`s better then the fire is to heat this lonely room
It`s warmer where your waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July

It`s yet to be determined
But the air is thick, and my hope is feeling warm
I`m missing home, and I`m glad your not apart of this
There`s parts of me that will be missed

And the phone is always dead to me
So I can`t tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like

It`s colder then it ought to be in March
And I still have a day or two ahead of me till I`ll be heading home into your arms again
And the people here are asking after you
It doesn`t make it easier
It doesn`t make it easier to be away
I`d like to have a plane
And see you in the morning
And the day is fresh, I`m coming home again
I`m coming home again
I`m coming home again
When the day is fresh
I`m coming home again