June

June
I sit in your fields
I'm turning those wheels
The opera glass stands
June
I'm counting the weeks
'Till perfume air seeps
From saplings divine

Maybe I'm a bit of a dreamer and
Maybe I'm a bit of a fool
I've left my instincts out to play
My briefcase lost his cool
The angry faces plastered all along the letterbox
is perpendicular with the shade
The tides of echoes clash together into cliffs
And streams of magic fairies dusting sound waves

June
Please show me the way
To slapback delay
Air beams blitzed to the sky
June
Please reach out your hand
I don't understand
The quilts made of ocean

Maybe I'm a bit of a dreamer and
Maybe I'm a bit of a fool
I've left my instincts out to play
My briefcase lost his cool
The angry faces plastered all along the letterbox
is perpendicular with the shade
The tides of echoes clash together into cliffs
And streams of magic fairies dusting sound waves

June



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Sutton
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