Lyrics
[Soft Felt Rhodes Intro]
a letter folded into a heart
your bike leaned against the oak.
[Verse 1]
soda sweet and trembling hands, I remember.
the Ferris wheel turned our small world, still and tender.
the field where we learned to kiss, a quiet ember.
a mix-tape warped by the sun, now or never.
[Pre-Chorus]
the slam of a screen door summer, pulling me under.
we wrote our names in the fog, I'm not done, I'm not done.
[Chorus]
I still taste that first July.
we counted stars on a parked car, holding the sound.
your laugh lived in a borrowed room, spinning me round.
I still taste that first July.
[Verse 2]
your bike leaned against the oak, different weather.
the Ferris wheel turned our small world, we're still together.
a mix-tape warped by the sun, light as a feather.
we wrote our names in the fog, now or never.
[Chorus]
I still taste that first July.
we counted stars on a parked car, holding the sound.
your laugh lived in a borrowed room, spinning me round.
I still taste that first July.
[Bridge]
Oh, soda sweet and trembling hands, let it mend, let it mend.
the field where we learned to kiss, now I'm safe, now I'm safe.
the slam of a screen door summer — I am whole, I am whole.
[Chorus]
I still taste that first July.
we counted stars on a parked car, holding the sound.
your laugh lived in a borrowed room, spinning me round.
I still taste that first July.
[Outro]
a letter folded into a heart...
i still taste that first july.
[Fade Out]
[End]