The First July

A steep divide Commits this awful din inside It feels like peeling off my soft skin when I was Still alive When I was far too bright to die Sent out my feeling, what a scarred reply I am more than my Than my eyes' reply But my bones don't lie So how can, so how can How can I learn to be the first July You can't think Or you'll die You can't drink What you cry So my throat's Still dry I'm feeling, I'm feeling like I'll stop my thirst when I'm the first July This rising tide Convinced to stop and shut my eyes You can't expect that I'm along for the ride I won't decide And I can not be forced to try You've got to take me to the tombs where nothing dies I am more than my Than my eyes' reply But my bones don't lie So how can, so how can How can I learn to be the first July You can't think Or you'll die You can't drink What you cry So my throat's Still dry I'm feeling, I'm feeling like I'll stop my thirst when I'm the first July