Let's get it straight now, or nothing will fall
We're dealing in love, dear, you can't have it all
You're seeing a picture, that's blowing your mind
I know that it'll all work out just fine
You gimme no reason, you gimme no rhyme
You're trying for treason, you're looking so blind
I know what you're after, so get to the end
I know that it'll all work out, my friend
July, do you think the stars are made of gold?
How many little lights out there have sold their souls?
Are there any rocks out there for me to roll?
July, don't lie
It says in the picture, it's clear in my mind
You're looking to push me, just gimme some time
I need a relation, I needed a friend
I'm waiting for the love you said you'd send
July, do you think the stars are made of gold?
How many little lights out there have sold their souls?
Are there any rocks out there for me to roll?
July, don't lie
Now, July, do you think the stars are made of gold?
How many little lights out there have sold theirs soul?
And are there any rocks out there for me to roll?
July, don't lie
July, don't cry
July, don't cry