It's already too late to bring you flowers It's already too late to tie these ends Now nothing is straight and I'll spend these hours Trying to break the weight of whets left behind I'll do what I can to make things easy Yeah, I'll do what I can to take this weight Now nothing is good and we're all uneasy And bound to hesitate and lose peace of mind No warm July here And when I gaze these often books And when I found you Misunderstood you feel You feel like you're alone and no it don't seem right So lay me down Down by the river And bury my head in the naked flames Oh, burn me up and create another Someone to take the weight and bring peace of mind And warm July here
Writer(s): Karl Stephen Smith, Peter Ronald Cohen Lyrics powered by