Middle of July

I don't know if that's your leg, or is it mine?
We're entwined
And i can't tell if it's day or night outside
I closed the blinds
And i feel so good inside
When you come into my mind
I can't wait till you come home
And your skin will replace
The phone
I don't know, is that your eyelash or mine?
I think it's mine
And tell me about the night we slept
Outside
When you had to leave
Decide
Whether we should even try
By a burned-out streetlight
In the middle of july