Текст песни Dashboard Confessional - July
Dashboard Confessional - July слова песни
It`s yet to be determinedBut the air is thick, and my hope is feeling warmI`m missing home, and I`m glad your not apart of thisTheres parts of me that will be missedAnd the phone is always dead to meSo I can`t tell you the temperature is droppingand it feels likeIt`s colder then it ought to be in MarchAnd I still have a day or two ahead of me till I`ll be heading home into your arms againAnd the people here are asking after youIt doesn`t make it easierIt doesn`t make it easier to be awayI`d like to have a planeAnd see you in the morningWhen the day is freshI`m coming home againI`m coming home againI`m coming home againWhen the day is freshI`m coming home againIt`s warmer where your waiting it feels more like JulyThere`s pillows in their casesAnd one of those is mineYou wrote the words I Love YouAnd sprayed it with perfumeIt`s better then the fire is to heat this lonely roomIt`s warmer where your waitingIt feels more like JulyIt feels more like JulyIt`s yet to be determinedBut the air is thick, and my hope is feeling warmI`m missing home, and I`m glad your not apart of thisThere`s parts of me that will be missedAnd the phone is always dead to meSo I can`t tell you the temperature is droppingAnd it feels likeIt`s colder then it ought to be in MarchAnd I still have a day or two ahead of me till I`ll be heading home into your arms againAnd the people here are asking after youIt doesn`t make it easierIt doesn`t make it easier to be awayI`d like to have a planeAnd see you in the morningAnd the day is fresh, I`m coming home againI`m coming home againI`m coming home againWhen the day is freshI`m coming home again