Lyrics July - Jeremy Warmsley

We're gonna make it, yeah
We're gonna make it, yeah
We're gonna make it, yeah

Can't quit believe this is happening
Dragging the sweat out my hair
Air is still now
Sun, it beats down

So surprisingly easy
Out of the maze and alive
Worth the toiling
But my blood is boiling

Pretty, pretty sure that you love me
Pretty, pretty sure that you like me
Pretty, pretty sure we can take it
Pretty, pretty sure we're gonna make it

We're gonna make it, yeah
We're gonna make it, yeah
We're gonna make it, yeah

Moon melts into the water
I'm melting into my car
Harsh words spoken
Something's broken

Door swings open on the motorway
CDs glitter in the warm air
Nerves are jangled
Headphones tangled

Pretty, pretty sure that you love me
Not quite sure that you like me
Not sure that I can take it
Pretty, pretty sure we're gonna make it

We're gonna make it, yeah
We're gonna make it, yeah
We're gonna make it, yeah

Everything's fine
Everything's fine and it's under control
Everything's fine
Don't feel like myself, thank God!