Tangerine, tambourine vision
I have a clear
I have a clear vision
Of all the stupefying fission between us
I sat on a wispy cloud
I sat on high and I looked down
The bird's eye view could see everything
It's the wishbone of my dreams
I sat on high
I have a fear of falling
And like the most frustrating putty
Life never takes the shape that you're forcing it to
Never will be forced into
And like the most un-functional putty that holds it
Like it never would break to
That it'd never would do
July is too long
On the see saw
July is too long
When you've never been gone
July is too long
Fleeting f*ck-ups from you
But why cry?
We're solved
July is too long to be inside