All around I see blue and brown Traces of your skin on all the things I found She keeps her warmth in a little jar Rationing me tastes, and it's sweet so far I got something of a girl back home She sings sweet nothings through a telephone Sometimes I think it's nothing and nothing more A love that's gotten grand by some romantic metaphor Oh I don't know It's been some years since I've been calm Is it something like a ring of smoke Here but for a moment, then gone And I ain't much a swimmer when the waters are rough I keep myself from hurting when the times get tough And I been saying hit me and I'm bound to bust These eyes got no trouble telling love from lust Oh I don't know It's been some years since I've been calm Is it something like a ring of smoke Here but for a moment, then gone Sweet, unspoken promises I'll always sing for June It's when the fields grown fallow that the winter comes too soon Oftentimes she crossed my mind like an old familiar tune But it's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom It's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom It's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom