On and on my own ways
Tripping over myself all day
Load the gun, miss the shot
Pretend that's all you wanted all along

In-and-out
Shedding fast
Breaking down
Close to crash
Deep asleep
Far from home
Is it now, or is it gone?

Once I learn every sound
Of every tongue from all around
I might be fit to spell and teach
The shapeless words I hear in my sleep

In-and-out
Shedding fast
Breaking down
Close to crash
Deep asleep
Far from home
Is it now, or is it gone?

Is it June?
Will you sleep on it?
Is it June?
Will you sleep on it?
Will you sleep?