[ Featuring June ]
Maybe we could have some fun
If we forget what everyone thinks about your face
The bleach inside your hair
Society is crooked to the bone
I don't care
Arrows hit far from reason
What's the season? 1968?
Are we too late?
Hello friend,
You resemble Marianne Faithful in your way
Night divides the day
You don't even want to follow in my foot steps
Heroine
Broken English
The strange weather changes moods again
Are we too late?
I won't write for one day or listen to the things you say
Goodbye friend,
Sorry this has got to end
We know it's the right thing to do
But, I just want to be with you
