Juneburg

Juneburg,
I remember everything.
The blue carpeted floors,
the tall wooden doors,
I held you in my arms.

Juneburg,
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.
uuh...

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 universe coud 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 time I heard of June.
That was love I could not allow.

You were beautiful then,
you`re just a coke jaw now.
uuh...

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

You were beautiful then,
I`m sill in too deep.
uuh...