to Try to make sense Don't, don't you dare try to Try to make sense out of me Spend your day lonely, being alone Don't try to make sense out of me Spend
Traduction: Juin. No Time For Sens.
try to Try to make sense Don't, don't you dare try to Try to make sense out of me Spend your day lonely, being alone Don't try to make sense out of me
romantic drive me nearly frantic I think they're all full of pap History's making, nations are quaking Why sing of stars above For while we are waiting father time
honey suckled dancing you'd seem to show me Could it be this For seven days in June I wasn't lonely Could it be this You never gave me time to say
it be this? The honeysuckle blessings seem to show me Could it be this? For seven days in June, I wasn't lonely Could it be this? You never gave me time
held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand. Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for
back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias
time, no place It's just chooses you I meet him in March We made love by May By June we were here to stay I thank you August for your grace It's just
this? Or try to make sense of it? Do these walls we build have any significance? And will summer's birth bring difference? So here we are waiting for June
despair and waterbruns The bells ring out and make no sense They make the skies bend Through you wait for me This is not paradise (Through you wait for
his hand and the Devil in his eye I said, "I'm in trouble, let me think real quick" I looked down at the ground and got this big fat brick With no time
romantic, drive me nearly frantic I think they're all full of pap History's making, nations are quaking Why sing of stars above For while we are waiting, father time
god, distrusts May comes and goes and shortlived is the hope June is the halfway mark of your rope July child fears end of time August child in slow decline September, sense
superior, MC While others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for wack MC's to even step inside the door 'Cause these kids is rhyming, some timing
insects like, like a neon choir The instant fizz, connection made And the curtains sigh in time with you You, the only sense the world has ever made Early evening June
