It's yet to be determined
|
but the air is thick
|
and my hope is feeling worn
|
i'm missing home
|
and i'm glad you're not a part 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 tempurature is dropping and it feels like
|
it's colder than it oughta be in march
|
and i've still got 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 hire a plane
|
and see you in the morning
|
when the day is fresh,
|
i'm coming home again
|
coming home again
|
coming home again
|
when the day is fresh,
|
i'm coming home again
|
well, it's warmer where you're waiting
|
it feels more like july
|
there's pillows in their cases
|
and one of those is mine
|
and you wrote the words, "I love you"
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and sprayed it with perfume
|
it's better than the fire is
|
to heat this lonely room
|
it's warmer where you're waiting
|
it feels more like july
|
it feels more like july
|
and it's yet to be determined
|
but the air is thick
|
and my hope is feeling worn
|
I'm missing home
|
and i'm glad you're not a part 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 tempurature is dropping
|
and it feels like
|
it's colder than it oughta be in march
|
and i've still got 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 hire 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
|
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July
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Dashboard Confessional |