June歌词

Light flickers in my room

Planes flying by

Dropping down perfume

Blanket out the sky

Wander through the smoke

Grabbing for food

Choking on the air

Might pass out soon
Why do I assume these things are bad bad
Burnt down burnt down
Bad bad burnt down burnt down
Why must all those pretty things be sad sad

Somehow somehow

Sad sad somehow somehow

Sheep trip over the fence

Scared animals trample over the bed
Siphoning out my will

And it might turn out just like they said
And it might be even worse in here

Why do I assume these things are bad bad

Burnt down burnt down
Bad bad burnt down burnt down
Why must all those pretty things be sad sad
Somehow somehow
Sad sad somehow somehow
Sad sad somehow somehow
Sad sad somehow somehow
Sad sad somehow somehow
It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm

It's up to the trees with the fire storm