For theomentf truth he's hiding
There is greater a chance we'll grow weary
they cried September rain
Whyid the sky abovee look soown in sorrow
When they said it was supposed to be blue
Now the fact that I'm heading
There' a beautyf love insidee
it'll never leavee till Iie
So how am I supposed to livey life
Pretending that there wad nothing aboute and you
In June I'll think about you