| Oh July
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| It’s better off since April died
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| I can see September through the trees
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| And I can’t lie
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| There’s more to know than what’s inside
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| Maybe there’s some reason in my memories
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| But all I know
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| It’s easier to love you when I’m gone
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| But it’s hard for me to leave
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| I don’t know
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| This anger isn’t helping anyone
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| And I don’t know what I need
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| Oh St. Marie
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| Close my eyes before you leave
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| So I don’t have to look at you in shame
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| Oh St. Marie
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| Take my hand and give me peace
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| 'Cause I don’t think I’ll ever be the same
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| Here come the broken hearts
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| Just as the music starts
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| One by one they testify
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| I never did enough
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| I never cared enough
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| Even though I stood, I always ran away
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| We all wonder why
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| It’s easier to blame the ones you love
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| 'Cause it’s harder to believe
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| That we fall sometimes
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| No matter how I try, I’ve given up
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| But now I have a chance to be
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| Oh St. Marie
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| Close my eyes before you leave
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| So I don’t have to look at you in shame
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| Oh St. Marie
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| Take my hand and give me peace
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| 'Cause I don’t think I’ll ever be the same
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| Sometimes the quiet ones
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| Are all I want to be
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| There’s only so much left
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| The rest is up to me
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| You’re all I’ll ever want
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| I hope you feel it 'cause
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| As far as I’m concerned
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| You’re exactly what I need
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| Oh St. Marie
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| Close my eyes before you leave
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| So I don’t have to look at you in shame
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| Oh St. Marie
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| Take my hand and give me peace
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| 'Cause I don’t think I’ll ever be the same
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| 'Cause I don’t think I’ll ever be the same
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| 'Cause I don’t think I’ll ever be the same |