In the deep, The birds fast asleep Black skies seem to weep. Moonlight, do we dare? Day, night - they don't care But I'm still here. Don't pass me by. Yes I'm still here, My red July. Is it fate Our footfalls await? Blind fear turns too great. Moonlight, do we dare? Day, night - they don't care But I'm still here. Don't pass me by. Yes I'm still here, My red July.