June Lyrics - Ataraxia

june was tender 

you can still see her 

swinging in the moon-scythe 

like spirits or ghosts 

that nobody sees 

that nobody believes in 

june was tender 

you can still see her 

if the red-skin had been of flesh 

he wouldn't have spent so many years 

listening to june in the waves 

if the red-skin had been of flesh 

he wouldn't have spent so many years 

listening to the voice that there wasn't 

june would like to be 

under the earth 

like a beautiful stone-hand 

white open 

with the streched palm 

on wich falling asleep 

or at least 

intimately thinking