Flaming June - Clockwork

Well I suppose, if it’s good it’s good.

I won’t try to hold on.

Too good to know if it’s truth or lies,

either way it’s no surprise, I was holding onto.

Tightly wound our words will spin.

They dance and dart across our skins.

The starry night, the kiss, the scream — like words unable,

to take aback what once was hanging in the air like decoration,

now feels like I’m choking on, a vicious cloud of smoke and smog.

Well I suppose, if it’s good it’s good.

I won’t try to hold on.

Too good to know if it’s truth or lies,

either way it’s no surprise, I was holding onto.

Resting now, my flaming june,

Aren’t you exhuasted from the shoot?

You’ve worn our both your heels and so

your heart begins to ache, I know.

It’s not our age that tears at us,

but rather time itself that cuffs me

to these notes I sing for you.

I hope someday you’d hear it too.

Well I suppose, if it’s good it’s good.

I won’t try to hold on.

Too good to know if it’s truth or lies,

either way it’s no surprise, I was holding onto.

I’m not coming down.

I have left the ground, oh flaming June.

Well I suppose, if it’s good it’s good.

I won’t try to hold on.

Too good to know if it’s truth or lies,

either way it’s no surprise, I was holding onto.