Dear Dead July - The Bianca Story

The salt taste of a losing game

And not knowing her first name —

But that was fine

I knew this couldn’t last

She would sail away with me only in her mind

Seasons rush, seasons die

Dear dead July, keep bringing me my summer back

Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —

Oh, dead July, you had your time

I would cheer, I would sing

I would pray just to make her laugh

But all the boys said: 'Let it slide'

While she would stare like no one ever has

Seasons rush, seasons die

Dear dead July, keep bringing me my summer back

Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion

Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back

Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —

Oh, dead July, you had your time

Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back

Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion

Oh, dead July, keep bringing me my summer back

Those wet nights at the ocean, paid off in devotion —

Oh, dead July, you had your time

Oh, dead, dead, dead July