Dashboard Confessional - July текст песни

It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick, and my hope is feeling warm
I'm missing home, and I'm glad your not apart of this
Theres parts of me that will be missed

And the phone is always dead to me
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
and it feels like

It's colder then it ought to be in March
And I still have a day or two ahead of me till I'll be heading home into your arms again
And the people here are asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier to be away
I'd like to have a plane
And see you in the morning
When the day is fresh
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
When the day is fresh
I'm coming home again

It's warmer where your waiting it feels more like July
There's pillows in their cases
And one of those is mine
You wrote the words I Love You
And sprayed it with perfume
It's better then the fire is to heat this lonely room
It's warmer where your waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July

It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick, and my hope is feeling warm
I'm missing home, and I'm glad your not apart of this
There's parts of me that will be missed

And the phone is always dead to me
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like

It's colder then it ought to be in March
And I still have a day or two ahead of me till I'll be heading home into your arms again
And the people here are asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier to be away
I'd like to have a plane
And see you in the morning
And the day is fresh, I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
I'm coming home again
When the day is fresh
I'm coming home again