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