Dark clouds gather overhead
Reminding me of you
Clock ticks just above my bed
Telling me it’s two
Every hour of my awake
Every breath that passes by
Is a reminder of my ache
In the middle of July
…
The first thought of the next day morn’
Keep reminding me of you
Is it the right word since I’m
Always lost in you?
Well, the sun and all his light
The breeze and all can try
To heal me of my ache
In the middle of July
…
Just like that, another day is gone
I’m drawing closer to my end
The vantage of this day morn’
Has ceased to be my friend
All the torments of your grace
Have left me here to die
It is something I can’t face
In the middle of July
