Avenues & Silhouettes Julie's July
We’ve been looking forward to its arrival.
It’s summertime.
And she’s received an anonymous call coming straight from
a faceless lover.
She feels sick
On the other corner there’s this gentle boy
That’s eerie at times.
‘Cause every time that she feels his static she can’t get rid of
Twisted déjà vus.
And if you dig in her scars
You’ll probably find out they’re from violent shows.
She is savage in the fishtank.
She’s tasted the top many times
But now she’s waiting on the edge of the cliff for a response.
She’s tasted the top many times
But now the lights have fused and she can’t reach the switch.
Pick up the telephone,
Her answer is calling you
Way too many times.
Well she said or you said that you gotta admit
Maybe it’s not better off that way.
This is Julie’s July,
No one will ruin her summer now.
This is Julie’s July,
She won’t forget…
…That we rise and fall alone
Did you realize that she was uptight?
Well no one’s gonna stop her now,
She’ll find you wherever you’re hiding.
Digging in her scars,
You’ll probably find out they’re from violent shows
Your stings have softened her flesh.
There are no guarantees for her,
You play with new scales.
Pick up the telephone,
Her answer is calling you
Way too many times.
Well she said or you said that you gotta admit
Maybe it’s not better off that way.
This is Julie’s July,
No one will ruin her summer…
…Now She looks impressive, so blinding in her cardboard dress.
She is descending to the drains
to find the basis of her pain,
This is Julie’s July.
Your figures are engraved between her hair and her face,
That’s why everything she sees is just a silhouette
In the mood for some alcohol.
You! You’d better quit
Her life is a present, so take…
take good care of her, deceivers know me well.
For her you are a chain to climb up to the moon.
Somewhere, lost in a vast desert inside a vinyl bag
She’s just trying to walk aside,
Far from her body all the time.
Now she feels alive
She’s clinging to these lies,
They are true for her.
We rise and fall alone.
Pick up the telephone,
Her answer is calling you
Way too many times.
Tic Tac,
Tic Tac,
Watch time go by.
Maybe it’s not better off that way.
This is Julie’s July
No one will ruin her summer now,
This is Julie’s July
And she won’t crawl.
The twilight is coming down.
