blue june

all around i see blue and brown, traces of your skin on all the things i found, she keeps her warmth in a little jar, rationing tastes, and it's sweet so far, and i got something of a girl back home, we sing sweet nothings through a telephone, sometimes i think it's nothing and nothing more, a love that's gotten grand for some romantic metaphor, oh i don't know, it's been some years since i've been calm, is it something like a ring of smoke, here but for a moment, then gone, and i ain't much a swimmer when the waters are rough, i keep myself from hurting when the times get tough, and i been saying hit me and i'm bound to burst, these days i got no trouble telling love from lust, oh i don't know, it's been some years since i've been calm, is it something like a ring of smoke, here but for a moment, then gone, sweet, unspoken promises i'll always sing for june, it's when the fields grown fallow that the winter comes too soon, oftentimes she crossed my mind like an old familiar tune, but it's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom, said it's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom, it's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom