In July - Lisa Fuller

I smoke you vay on a sinking

The lonely you of an empty room

A december night

In july

I hear lovers outside my window

Champagne in their lap on their way home

I wasn't love

In july

When I feel some wrong in my skin

I think of you again

When the tall grass meets the sand

Do you think of me

When I feel some wrong in my skin

I think of you again

When the tall grass meets the sand

Do you think of me

And a kana booth in that small café

The blue neon light glow on your face

Memories of you

In July

And July