Lyrics July - Jeremy Warmsley

July

Can’t quite believe this is happening
Dragging the sweat out my hair
Air is still now
Sun it beats down
So surprisingly easy
Out of the maze and alive
Worth the toiling
But my blood is boiling
Pretty sure that you love me
Pretty sure that you like me
Pretty sure we can take it
Pretty sure we’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it, yeah
Moon melts into the water
I’m melting into my car
Harsh words spoken
Something’s broken
Door swings open on the motorway
CDrs glitter in the warm air
Nerves are jangled
Headphones tangled
Pretty sure that you love me
Not quite so sure that that you like me
Not sure that I can take it
Pretty sure we’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it, yeah
Everything’s fine
Everything’s fine and it’s under control
Everything’s fine
Don’t feel like myself, thank God!