Last Summer
Harper Quinn, Fuat Sunay, NamtéWe said forever in the heat of July
But forever turned quick when the well ran dry
Now your voice is just a number I don’t call
And your picture’s just a frame against the wall
I’ve been chasing down the echoes in the breeze
Looking for a song that might set me at ease
Every town behind me feels the same
But the horizon’s calling out my name
La-la-la, July, la-la-la
La-la-la, July, la-la-la
Your jacket’s still lying next to the bed
Still smells the same way how you left it there
I keep saying it’s just fabric, nothing more
But it keeps dragging me back to what we had before
I’ve been chasing down the echoes in the breeze
Looking for a song that might set me at ease
Every town behind me feels the same
But the horizon’s calling out my name
La-la-la, July, la-la-la
La-la-la, July, la-la-la