الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Oh July
Is better off since April died
I can see September through the trees
And I can't lie
There's more to know than what's inside
Maybe there's some reason in my memories
But all I know
It's easier to love you when I'm gone
But it's hard for me to leave
I don't know...
This anger isn't helping anyone
And I don't know what I need
Oh St. Marie
Close my eyes before you leave
So I don't have to look at you in shame
Oh St. Marie
Take my hand and give me peace
Cause I don't think I'll ever be the same
Here come the broken hearts
Just as the music starts
