Lyrics

July, we're lost and left to roam
July, we're lost and left to know
July, we're lost and left to hope
July, we're lost and left alone

Home always inside of a clear blue glass compass rose

July...

Home always the last place to feel, taste, and see again
Home always the last place to steal, wait, and steal again

Some nights, the radio
Would cool the sound
Warm light, a way to know
The smooth soft ground