I promise not to write, if you promise not to call
We were perfect in July, but autumn found our flaws
I see you by the tree, that you carved our names inside
We were perfect in the sun, in the winter we're a lie

But I will find you in my dreams
It’s still July, for you and me, mmmmmm

The color leaves my face, when October comes
So far removed from June, laughing as we burn
I won't pretend to care, if you promise not to call
Cuz tears on August 1, are forgotten by the fall

And I will find you in my dreams
It’s still July for you and me

I promise not to call, if you promise not to write
And find another tree, to carve our names inside
And fall for someone new, in the middle of July
We were perfect in the sun, the rest is just a lie