Текст песни Dear Dead July - The Bianca Story

The salt taste of a losing game
And not knowing her first name
But that was fine
I knew this couldn't last
She would sail away with me
Only in her mind
Seasons rush, seasons die

Dear dead july
Keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean
Paid off in devotion
Oh, dead july, you had your time

I would cheer, I would sing
I would pray just to make her laugh
But all the boys said: 'let it slide'
While she would stare like no one ever has
Seasons rush, seasons die

Dear dead july
Keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean
Paid off in devotion

Oh, dead july
Keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean
Paid off in devotion
Oh, dead july, you had your time

Oh, dead july
Keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean
Paid off in devotion
Oh, dead july
Keep bringing me my summer back
Those wet nights at the ocean
Paid off in devotion
Oh, dead july, you had your time
Oh, dead, dead, dead july