Goodnight June

Sort my skies, right my seasons
Take my eyes, 'cause I'm leavin'

So the coroner, he caught you on Conti
So the dollar in the barrack wall's
Your own folded-up soul
You went Harvard Yard on my language
I went Scotland Yard on your fucked
Breed of Harlequin anguish

Sort my ground, right my listin' fare
Right my sound, 'cause I'm all outta air
Hurry down, while I'm breathin'
Hurry down, bury there

Bury there
Or the riverside, like in the rocks right there

With the whistle of the engine comes the cold
And the hummin' of the motor is the Devil's own
Chianti is the pill that makes me
Baudelaire and you Mathilde, and
Death are the holes we dig and then fill
And then fill (keep goin', right?)
Meet me down on Seldom Seen Road

Sort my sky, right my seasons
Take my eyes, 'cause I'm seein' in greys and browns
Diver down, color-blind, as you wound down the pines
Goodnight, June



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