Summertime Star Sign

Your body broke down But that's not the end, no Escape from these cells They can't hold you in It's just six little letters That rhyme with no answer A summertime star sign With odds on sadness And a prophet of the end Prophet of the end If love was a cure You'd be here again Your next adventure and my pain Are coinciding again It's just six little letters That rhyme with no answer A summertime star sign With odds on sadness And a prophet of the end Prophet of the end It was July baby Is when you left me And it's not fair It's not fair I want you To know that I love you I should have told you Before you were gone I want you To know that I love you I should have told you Before you were gone I want you To know that I love you I should have told you Before you were gone I want you To know that I love you I should have told you Before you were gone I want you To know that I love you I should have told you Before you were gone