Late June Lyrics

The simple want to be loved

The hankered ache to be longed for

Shouldn't feel wrong

But what if it does

All the stupid things I'd done

When I couldn't be wrong

Gave a gift from the heart 'cause

If it don't pump

Then it don't start

And I shudder at the thought of it

You say the horrid things you said to me

I first said them to you

And all the horrid things you did to me

I first did them to you

And that's awful to be thinking about

The simple want to be loved

The hunger don't die in a moment

But what if it does

Oh, what if it does

And the growling gets fluent

But there's maybe nothin' to it

Feed the starving heart 'cause

If it don't pump

Then it don't start

And I shudder at the thought of it

You say the horrid things you said to me

I first said them to you

And all the horrid things you did to me

I first did them to you

Well, call on ages

Call on braveness

Call on lives lost in loving shameless

And claw to any memory to help

With not feeling alone

And then shudder at the thought of it

Ain't this something of a spectacle

Ain't this some kind of spectacle

Ain't this something for tired eyes

Why ain't this something to forget about

You say the horrid things you said to me

I first said them to you

Well, that's awful to be thinking about

And all the horrid things you did to me

I first did them to you

Well, that's awful to be thinking about

If my truth is my truth

And that truth is mine

Can't I change the tale

To suit from time to time? but

The horrid things you said to me

I first said them to you

And that's awful to be thinking about