July Jones Songtext

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, 'cause baby there's a lot we don't know
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, 'cause baby there's a lot we don't know
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, 'cause baby there's a lot we don't know