I swear it was the fourth of July, and I could barely raise my eyes,
You were the rockets, you were the show
You were the colours, ah, the light, the glow.

Bury me in rags of light,
Bury me in silver shine,
I see it all the time.

You feel so much,
The distance in your eyes says so much,
You're very far away,
You won't catch me that way,
You won't catch me that way.

(me that way)

I don't know it's feeling again,
I shake and slip; fall in again,
I guess I can tell the way you look at me now,
You are the rockets or the light, somehow.

Colour me in red or white,
Bury me in rags of light,
I see it all the time.

You feel so much,
The distance in your eyes, it says so much,
You're very far away,
You won't catch me that way,
I see it all the time,
You feel so much,
The distance in your eyes, it says so much,
You're very far away,
Very far away,
You're very far away,
You won't catch me that way,
Won't catch me that way.

Catch me that way.

The song,
Baby, it's your song,
Baby, it's so gorgeous,
Baby, you're so gorgeous,
Baby, you're so... you're so...
Baby, you're so...
Baby, you're so gorgeous.

Like a million Julys,
Like a million Julys.