Feel the terror of the open road The way a battlefield explodes The way she makes me want to hold myself In time, the tongue behind the teeth she cleans Will whisper something so serene When I spy April in July She sucked me in Behind sad sunken eyes There's something So, the genocide that soon transpires Through tiny figures worked by wires Oh, stop me if I'm being droll again In time, the eyes behind the hair she combs Will bore into my very soul And when I spy April in July She sucked me in Behind sad sunken eyes There's something We ran out of time Your love died on the vine Wrap me in your foolish arms again Now I'm alive And when I spy April in July She sucked me in Behind sad sunken eyes There's something