<center><font color=red>July
(Slo Burn)
----
So play your dead an all time rhyme,
The heat's on you and can you stand?
The flower's dead all in your head,
you are my wave, you cannot save.
July, July
We can try to erase the pain it's all time high,
And i'll cry to the flag train we ignore that sigh,
In the trick of the solid flame I can wash that all aside,
And when the dawn would end the sane I pound the ride of rides.
July July July July
You want it, you need it, you steal it, kill just to be there.
Now revealed by the rope of a stray
It's a played out scene
Under circles of black you'll say
Is this all I'll see?
As the contrast fades to grey.
Solid heat will burn and clean
So the end of the ride is today
Well, I'll fold this hand 'cause it's ...
July July July July
You want it, you need it, you steal it, kill just to be there.</font color=red></center>
A Long December
counting crows
A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should
<center>August Summer Dress
(Hidden Track)
All the sickness and the forge
And all that's come unwound
Under the clock by the casino
Outside the lost and found
Where you spoke in some strange accent
While I just zipped my coat
For a walk down through the graveyard
All I wish I didn't know
I wish I'd never known
There's no telephone ringing
There's no postcards to send
It's not like before
When I torched the flag of contempt
Still you remind me of a girl
That always felt too deep
In the stagger and the flail
Of blurred vision and memory
Well a promise that is wounded
Is a promise nonetheless
I only wanted you forever
In that August summer dress
All the courage and the fear
Lord, they're so entwined
Like the polished steel of coffins
And the swollen breast of time
All I'm offering is a gold band
But it means so much more
Like a heart to religion
Or stilts to the floor
It means so much more
Well a promise that is wounded
Is a promise nonetheless
I only wanted you forever
In that August summer dress</center>
<center>A Plain Morning
Dashboard Confessional
It is yet to be determined,
but the air is thick,
& my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
& I'm glad you're not a part of this,
there are 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
& it feels like
it is colder than it ought to be in March
& 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 doeasn't make it easier to be away.
I'd like to hire a plane.
I'd see you in the morning,
when the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again.
It's warmer where you're waiting.
It feels more like July.
Ther's pillows in their cases
& one of those is mine.
And you wrote the words I love you,
& sprayed it with perfume.
It is better than the fire is
to heat this lonely room.
It is warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July.
It is yet to be determined,
but the air is thick,
& my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
& I'm glad you're not a part of this,
there are 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
& it feels like
it is colder than it ought to be in March
& 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 doeasn't make it easier to be away.
I'd like to hire a plane.
I'd see you in the morning,
when the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again.
</center>
<center>Frre
(Train)
Staring at the dark again
you left your silhouette upon my pillow
Right inside the night I'm waiting for the light
Seems like I'm in the middle
Working for something that I can't touch
And sometimes can't even believe in
Cradled by the hands of fate
the faith that sometimes wraps around to tight... so tight
They call me free
But I call me a fool
They call me free
But I call me a fool.
Well I look back at April
But she won't look back at me
So I pray to May for June to stay
But she just came to wash into the sea
They call me free
But I call me a fool
They call me free
But I call me a fool
Slipped down to the dark again
You left your silhouette upon my pillow
Right inside the night I'm waiting for the light
Seems like I'm
Seems like I'm always in the middle</center>
<center>4th Of July
Shower in the dark day
Clean sparks driving down
Cool in the waterway
Where the baptized drown
Naked in the cold sun
Breathing life like fire
Thought I was the only one
But that was just a lie
Cause I heard it in the wind
And I saw it in the sky
And I thought it was the end
And I thought it was the 4th of July
Pale in the flare light
The scared light cracks & disappears
And leads the scorched ones here
And everywhere no one cares
The fire is spreading
And no one wants to speak about it
Down in the hole
Jesus tries to crack a smile
Beneath another shovel load
And I heard it in the wind
And I saw it in the sky
And I thought it was the end
And I thought it was the 4th of July
Now I'm in control
Now I'm in the fall out
Once asleep but now I stand
And I still remember
Your sweet everything
Light a Roman candle
And hold it in your hand
Cause I heard it in the wind
And I saw it in the sky
And I thought it was the end
And I thought it was the 4th of July </center>
<center>Fourth of July
Like you I've been hurt Seen my face in the dirt
But I never reacted like you
The last time we met You seemed so upset
When you left town you did not say bye
Then I heard you'd been seen way down in Eugene
Working as a factory slave
And though the life that you took came from no storybook
You spent it before it was saved
On the Fourth of July See the sparks in the sky
When you're sick of the trying And you're tired of the crying
Then the Fourth of July Is a good day to die
They'll celebrate each year
Your independence from here
If you only had Just a glimmer of hope
Then I know you'd have done some great things
But you tossed out your gift And it's making me wish
I'd been there when you found yourself down
But you turned to no one But a bullet and a gun
And the bang blended in with the day
And I sit here and I drink
It still hurts me to think of the sad songs that we used to play
On the Fourth of July See the sparks in the sky
When you're sick of the trying And you're tired of the crying
Then the Fourth of July Is a good day to die
They'll celebrate each year Your independence from here</center>
Linkin Park-My december
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things that I said to you
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away to have someone to come home to
This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things that I said to you
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away to have someone to come home to
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away to have someone to come home to.
:roflmao: