Your green eyes
Remind of the color
Of the waves in Santa Barbara
It's not the same
And here we are again
Losing patience and not paying the rent
Fraying all the ends
In the dark under the canopy
Well I'm shaking hands
And making friends with old enemies
Try to be (alright)
I'm listening (sit tight)
My thoughts are on the run
You're so quiet now
You're so June Gloom so where's my sun
Try to be (alright)
I'm listening (sit tight)
My thoughts are on the run
You're so quiet now
You're so June Gloom so where's my sun