The Church - June lyrics

June arrives, rumored days Days of willing it to be In the nest futures hatch It's such a lovely thing to see Oh my God Like an angel wound What fortune Like a child in a field So it goes, so it yields June is here Then it's not In the background constantly From the west Lights go out It's such a lonely thing to see Oh my Lord Talk of devil's food What fortune Lock the fruit In a seed So it grows So it needs Oh my soul Soul like her cocoon Long gone June Her dark sides Her bed feels As she knows, as she feels