So play your dead an all time rhyme The heats on you and can you stand The flowers dead, all in your head You are my wave, you cannot save
July! July!
We can try to erase the pain it's all time high And I'll cry to the flag train we ignore that sigh In the thick of the solid flame I can wash that pain inside And when dawn would end the same I found the ride of rides
July! July! July! July! You want it, You need it, You steal it, kill just to be there
Now revealed by the hope of a stray It's a played out scene Under circles of black you'll say Is this all I'll see? As the contrast fades to grey Solid heat will burn and clean So the end of the ride is today Well, I'll fold this hand cause it's ...
July! July! July! July! You want it, you need it, you steal it, kill just to be there
