She Died In June Testo

Dies !
Purple skies !
Down the lane !
Treads on the emerald lawn !

I wonder, where is she now ?

I can't wait,
To meet her eyes !
So awake ! Chill before the warmth !


Swift clouds in the distance, the first ray of light...
Trying to look at straight, in her hollow eyes...
Mine filled up with tears as I thought about,
Those moments we shared, under the setting sun.

So we went to the tunnel, where Amy lies,
I was so afraid, not knowing what would raise from the dark,
Light slowly fell upon her bed, as she woke up,
She stands like a statue, She glitters like gold.