Next june
Standing on the street corner in the dark of night,
Your eyes are the only source of light,
And when all of this is over,
You'll have no more will to fight.
When I whisper to you, in your ear,
You will hear me say,
When you think you've caught me,
I will disappear.
You know where to find me, give me a call,
Tell yourself, I'm giving it my all,
And when you find yourself soon,
I'll count on seeing you next June.
By the candlelight, sipping our wine,
Your loving fingers, seek for mine,
Tasting each and all that was before,
We'll get it this time.
And when you find yourself soon,
I'll count on seeing you next June.