July Jones - The New Pornographers

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, July Jones

'Cause, baby, there’s a lot we don’t know

One of the greats on the way, hold on

One of the greats on the way, hold on

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

Class war, held your hands through your plans

But not me, I stayed free

Baby, there are worse things to be

So lay free in your faith beside me

But lay low, but lay low

'Cause, baby, there’s a lot you don’t know

One of the greats on the way, hold on

One of the greats on the way, hold on

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

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, July Jones

'Cause baby there’s a lot we don’t know

One of the greats on the way, hold on

One of the greats on the way, hold on

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

One of the greats on the way, hold on

One of the greats on the way, hold on

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?

Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?