Из альбома: Forget Yourself
June arrives Rumoured days
Days of willing it to be
In the nest
Futures hatch
It's such a lovely thing to see
Oh my God
Like an angel moon
What fortune
Like a child
In a field
So it grows, so it yields
June is here
There is love
In the background constantly
From the west
Lights go out
It's such a lonely thing to see
Oh my Lord
Talk of devils soon
What fortune
Like the fruit
In a seed
So it grows
So it needs
Oh my soul
So like her cocoon
Long gone June
Her dark sides
Her bare fields
As she knows
As she feels