Blue June - Wild Rivers

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