It's the Strawberry Moon
But your fruit's been denied
We were waiting for June
Summer never arrived
The streets should be in bloom
But the earth's cracked and dry
It's been drinking the saltwater
Out of my eyes
My mind is a barren landscape
My heart is an earthquake
The warm wind in the night
Brushes up on my arm
But it never feels right
On my skin so forlorn
Yet I'm still holding tight
To the thought of your form
So I'm staying inside
Where the thought keeps me warm
No summer wind
No sunlight in the room
Desolate sky, cry
Well, one of us should do
Middle of night
Nothing in sight
But you,
Strawberry Moon