Lyrics
Winter worn me out like I was Prada
Threw up on me when the night was through
You can keep a dream in your mind
Only to find it's the hope that was killing you
But you arrived like sunlight in the gloom
And burned off the haze when the year was still new
Keeping me going how you show up like July, July
And July is still coming
It's made real by the things that you do
And July, July
And July is still coming
Just knowing that it's getting me through
And you can go to work
Until your disaster, babe
Build your temple the sound and stone
Put in all of their time only to find
By the end that your god has flown
Or all alone he sank like a stone
Took root where he fell and started to grow
Blooming beyond us like the promise of July, July
And July is still coming
It's made real by the things that you do
And July, July
And July is still coming
Just knowing that's getting me through
July, July
And July is still coming
It's made real by the things that you do
And July, July
And July is still coming
Just knowing that's getting me through
July, July
And July is still coming
It's made real by the things you do
And July, July
And July is still coming
Just knowing that's getting me through
WRITERS
Andrew John Hozier-Byrne, Jeff Gitty
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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