July storm

And when September finally comes, Sending passwords through the air, You'll disappear into a new life, into new love somewhere. Ripped-up jeans and a July storm, Three faded stripes getting soaked and worn. You still shine brighter than anyone, And all our troubles come undone. Tickets, parents, rules and lines, Trying hard to steal our time. We'll survive every wall they build while the summer's burning still.