July

[Spitfire]

<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>