In the deep,
The birds fast asleep,
Black skies seem to weep.
Moonlight, do we dare?
Day, night - they don't care.
But I'm still here.
Don't pa** me by.
Yes I'm still here,
My red July.
Is it fate
Our footfalls await?
Blind fear turns too great.
Moonlight, do we dare?
Day, night - they don't care.
But I'm still here.
Don't pa** me by.
Yes I'm still here.
My red July.
But I'm still here.
Don't pa** me by.
Yes I'm still here.
My red July.