Текст песни
The June you said you'd always hate
The broken fan the open gate
I memorised it all somehow
I don't know why I needed that
And I was happy there
I just didn't know what to call it
Walking home at 2am
The whole city in my pocket
And now I'm far away
Still hearing every sound the same
June in your city
Running through my veins
I still remember how you laughed
At nothing at the television static
Some things only make sense
When they're already gone
And I was happy there
I just didn't know what to call it
Walking home at 2am
The whole city in my pocket
And now I'm far away
Still hearing every sound the same
June in your city
Running through my veins
I think I knew
When I was packing
That I'd spend years
Unpacking this
And I was happy there
I just didn't know what to call it
Walking home at 2am
The whole city in my pocket
Running through my veins
