July

Feathers in the sky Some confused July Dreaming of the flight Dreaming of the tide Melting leaves of grass Nothing gold can last Bruises on our tongues Bruises on our hearts All this time Wasted light But I feel desire All this time Wasted lies But I feel denial Turning in the night Another dead July Dreaming of the flight Dreaming of the tide All this time Wasted light But I feel desire All this time Wasted lies But I feel denial