julio

Beach day, July fades away
Without a goodbye, turns its back
Fleeing at the edge of the clock

Night arrives dressed in memories
July is tucked away, my pillow of dreams
And I write in my desolation

Thirty-one stories, like every year
July will return next summer
Like spring in the middle of the year
July will return next summer

Uh ahh… Summer
Uh Ahh

Days go by in a whirl
But for July, the wait is light
Like foam of waves over the sea

Thirty-one stories, like every year
July will return next summer
Like spring in the middle of the year
July will return next summer

Uh ahh… Summer
Uh Ahh

Thirty-one stories, like every year
July will return next summer
Like spring in the middle of the year
July will return next summer

Thirty-one stories
July will return next summer
Like spring
July will return next summer
Uh ahh… Summer
Uh ahh… Summer
Uh ahh…