June - Flying Colors

June

Came upon us much too soon

Then was gone

Gone

Like the mountains of the moon

At dawn

Then the sun came up on a sleepy day

And never went down at night

And the crowd kept on singin' Waste Away

But it just didn’t feel right

And the prince and the drummer and the fire girls

Couldn’t get our guitars in tune

And I knew it was over when the sound man said

«I wish we were still in June»

June

Telephones in private rooms

Hot bath

Bathe

In the smell of the buzz' perfume

Man, I want to go back

And I knew

It couldn’t be true

It wasn’t free

It wasn’t for me

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah etc

June

Came upon us much too soon

Then was gone

And we knew

It couldn’t be true