July, At A Glance

Girl, you know you're killing me
And I know for a fact that you can see it
It's written all over my face
And I'd float just like a paper balloon
If we could spend one afternoon away
And disappear without a trace

With the weight of the world on your shoulders
And the feeling you're just getting older
And you're failing to do so with any due style or grace

You could take your Polaroid
And we go some place so devoid
Of anything that we wouldn't have to care
And we could take some photographs
Somewhere due west of the map
Whilst you stood there laughing playing with your hair

With the weight of the world on your shoulders
And the feeling you're just getting older
And you're failing to do so with any due style or grace
Girl, just take my hand