come clean through the waves of debris the mind s eye is first to go so hang onto that number like gold and get thee back to the old truth july jones july jones cause baby there s a lot we don t know one of the greats on the way hold on one of the greats on the way hold on behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like class war held your hands through your plans but not me i stayed free baby there are worse things to be so lay free in your faith beside me but lay low but lay low cause baby there s a lot you don t know one of the greats on the way hold on one of the greats on the way hold on behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like class war kissed your lips left you stripped to your toes and i know that baby it s so much to outgrow so get thee back to the old truth july jones july jones cause baby there s a lot we don t know one of the greats on the way hold on one of the greats on the way hold on behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like one of the greats on the way hold on one of the greats on the way hold on behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like behind the daylight who knew what it could feel like 