Verse 1

We're standing at the edge of the month

Calendar flipping in the heat

Something's been building since the start of the year

Now it's trembling beneath our feet

The days are longer than they've ever been

We forgot how good that feels

Windows open, plans half-written down

This is the almost, and the almost is real

Chorus

Almost July, almost the peak

Almost the summer we've been saving all week

The air's electric, the year's alive

We're almost there now, almost July

We're almost there, we're almost arrived

Verse 2

There's a version of us out in the open

Not yet written but coming in fast

We can taste it in the late evening light

That particular warmth that never seems to last

So we lean into the almost together

That liminal buzz before the break

The world is a held breath on the cusp

Of everything we've been meaning to make

Bridge

We've carried the grey of the slower months

We've turned the corner now, finally turned

The whole sky smells like a coming thing

Like nothing owed and nothing to earn

Chorus

Almost July, almost the peak

Almost the summer we've been saving all week

The air's electric, the year's alive

We're almost there now, almost July

We're almost there, we're almost arrived

Outro

Almost, almost

Here it comes

Almost, almost

Here it comes

Instrumental Outro

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