Tuesday, June 14, 2011


Oh, that I could go where the sunshine doesn't flow
Instead it drips down our backs like wax
By the light of June, we're howling at the moon
You already knew I wasn't coming back

There's a sea in your eyes, secrets in your smile
Your tongue drips down my back like wax
I was born in June, a hundred years too soon
You knew I lied when I said I was coming back
You're so supernatural

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