We've been through it all before the birth of June Warmth of your hand and its ugliness too Both racing forward we'll soon fall behind Toward the long summer, we'll meet there in time I'm lost to discover the dangerous truth A blazing fog moon and the cold whip of blue
Like I'm stuck, like I'm stuck Anymore pressure the end of my luck
Come back to bed you'll be saying It's just a matter of time You shared me out for the winter To tell you the truth it's better to tell lies
Don't say it's all been for you You know I had a hand in it too The devil relax, what else could he do It all ends the same, there's no novelty too
Then you cuss and throw me away It's better be forced than leave it this way.