[Verse 1] I miss the pungent sweetness of that firewood July was poignant and dripping, July was mundane Dipping my fingers off a lazy rowboat on the lake Your birthday girl someplace upstate
[Verse 2] Back when I was sure I was a misanthrope Blaming my displeasures on the strangers laughing loudly in the woods She walked to the water to watch the fireworks But I wouldn't give myself the view, I stayed in bed listening to them Crack and bloom
[Verse 3] I miss the pungent sweetness of that Woodford's reserve July was poignant and dripping, July was mundane Licking my fingers to get all of the icing from the cake Your birthday girl some place in Maine Back when I was sure I could win her over with my words Holding the Portland sun above her in the summer storm
[Verse 4] I mostly made her up and fell in love with the construct And she could eventually tell so she wished me well And as I gathered up my clothes, another storm began to close And crack and bloom
[Verse 5] Even inside my hands, it hurts to claim the confused, wounded little animal I've been Baby, I'm devastated for all my trying to change you, trying to make you The same sorry little animal I've been It's a feat to forgive me
[Verse 6] Am I meant to understand my own head As I take it from my neck and I begin to deflate it? Am I meant to understand my own heart As it sings my praises all day long and I evade it? Am I meant to understand my own body As I go out walking in an attempt to escape it? Am I meant to understand my own soul As I envy it floating high above me? And I wonder who will tend my own love if not me? If I grow it in the lilies just to ditch it in the weeds And I wonder who would save my own world if not me? In my morning when I bring it into being
[Outro] And I wonder who would save my own world if not me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
