4th of July
Just 16, on a summer's eve
There on a blue bench on the river side
The dark dilates and makes your eyes look wide
I talk too much, well I guess you have me there
Your lipstick is black with your bleached shortened hair
We go sneak off by the old verdant lair
She was the joker's queen
But now she's mine it seems, ya know
Her heart rests in my hand
But now it feels like sand in the wind
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
4th of July
Brown eyed babe, with the hidden face
The tension it tingles, it sits in the air
Quiet anticipation of the flare
I talk too much, well I guess you have me there
I suppose we should talk no more
The array is what I have been waiting for
She was the joker's queen
But now she's mine it seems, ya know
Her heart rests in my hand
But now it feels like sand in the wind
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
4th of July
She was the joker's queen
But now she's mine it seems, ya know
Her heart rests in my hand
But now it feels like sand in the wind
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
4th of July
There on a blue bench on the river side
The dark dilates and makes your eyes look wide
I talk too much, well I guess you have me there
Your lipstick is black with your bleached shortened hair
We go sneak off by the old verdant lair
She was the joker's queen
But now she's mine it seems, ya know
Her heart rests in my hand
But now it feels like sand in the wind
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
4th of July
Brown eyed babe, with the hidden face
The tension it tingles, it sits in the air
Quiet anticipation of the flare
I talk too much, well I guess you have me there
I suppose we should talk no more
The array is what I have been waiting for
She was the joker's queen
But now she's mine it seems, ya know
Her heart rests in my hand
But now it feels like sand in the wind
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
4th of July
She was the joker's queen
But now she's mine it seems, ya know
Her heart rests in my hand
But now it feels like sand in the wind
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
If we do this tonight
Once beneath the moonlight
Could we make it better Sara
Could we make this all right
The hopeless hum of hunger
At last the world is younger
Watch them wage their war against the sky
4th of July
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Writer(s): Antonio Klaczynski
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