July

They want to die before they're old But I have so much to see I fear that I've seen my charts unfold Just to drown in complacency And I wasn't born for this The soles of my shoes are torn for this The road carries on but I'm still here Knots on my wrists for my sick fear We show the earth the strangest love The mountains and riversides We'll burn when she's finally had enough For that truth my eyes are wide And we weren't born for this The soles of our shoes are torn for this Time carries on but we'll be here Left in the dirt for our sick fear Climbed to my roof one slow July And waited for tears to come Colors and fire rose up and died Living to please someone And I'll carry on for this Hold melodies tightly in my fist And when my sickness cages me I pray they will set me free