Junebug, I remember everything.
The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors,
I held you in my arms.
Junebug, I´d burn down a picture of a house,
say it was ours,
when we didn´t need it anymore.
And that was when I loved you best.
We were kids then.
We shouldn´t think about the rest.

Ouu ouu A ouu ou ou ou ouuu...

You´d put the moon in a basket
on your bike front by the coast.
The way your face lit up in pale grief you were a ghost.
You liked to play with darkness, all the universe could give.
I was the home you once tried to escape, the dark in which you lived.
And soon they´d find you laying there on several
different homes.
They´d find you laying on their porches,
did you need to use the phone?
And lure you into their rooms, that was the last I heard of June.
That was love I could not allow.
You are beautiful then,
you´re just a coke jaw now.

Ou ouuu A ouu ouuu ouu ou...

I remember everything, I remember everything, I remember everything..

You are beautiful then. I´m still in too deep.

Ouuu ouu A ouu ouu ou ou...