July

Can you see it
Decorate your arms with secrets
Tell me you didn't mean it
And we're facing each other
And we bury one another

Now, let's go to your eyes
Playing with the light
Smear those words all across your face
It's a slow-burn
Venom, in your veins

Southern accent, on a porch swing
Sleepers, living the wrong dream
Mason jars, and torn-up cars
There's always time, for the wrong things

Now, let's go to the night
When everything stood on the line
You tore across the room, like a hurricane
It's a slow-burn
Venom, in your veins

Now, let's go to the place
Where the shadows didn't fall on your face
One last kiss, by the river-side
It's a slow-burn
Venom, in your eye

Flying, like a rocket in the July sun
Listening for secrets, in the power-line hum
The story, traced in concrete
Come to me, now, darling
The clock-tower is ringing
The town square is singing
Children dance with lightning
A story traced on dead leaves
Come to me, now, darling