It was the fourth of July you and I were fire, fire, fireworks You and I were I said I’d never miss you, but I guess you’ll never know Where the bridges I have burned never really led home On the fourth of July That went off too soon And I miss you in

There is someone in the attic Building a strange machine Never really seen him But I think he works all day Blinded by the world outside I stay inside Hardly know my name But it's getting better by time I saw something in the mirror