July Jones

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

But 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