Where can you go?
The city’s alone at night
Forlorn and bold
At war with its own selfish source
all those stories, all for shame
your time’s in your head and the weather’s fine

Chronic tense, tenement stairs
Push open the door that leads to a long reveal
This place like a tomb, through the other side
Give machine thrill time to kill
Sleep within its hazy shade
smash through the lines, draw your own demise

where can you go from here?

What do I know, what do I know, oh

Tell it to me quick
Mistakes are made and mistakes are lost
But you’ll never do what the path dictates first
And still
It’s always july
it’s always july in my mind