Smoke in the distance Maybe meant to be a sign Maybe it's just your way of tryin sayin goodbye The room was tippin over but But my mind was standing still There was sunshine drippin off the window sill
Thats what it takes to make the clouds Thats what it takes to make the clouds In June, pretty baby In June, pretty baby In June, pretty baby In June
In June, pretty baby In June, pretty baby In June, pretty baby In June, Justine
I looked it up in the dictionary, In the dictionary of dreams The room was tippin over, on page 63 The red expect a miracle, garaunteed to please And all the indicators, point to you, Justine
Thats what it takes to make the clouds Thats what it takes to make the clouds Thats what it takes to make the clouds In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June
In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June, Justine
I had to take the train The rain was flooding Amsterdam And then there was an avalanche That covered half of France Back at Central Station There emerged a submarine The captain tipped her hat at me It was you, Justine
Thats what it takes to make the clouds Thats what it takes to make the clouds In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June
In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June, Justine
The room was tippin over But my mind was standin still There was sunshine drippin off the window sill So much has happened to me lately in my sleep Now I know in June, you'll be here, Justine
Thats what it takes to make the clouds Thats what it takes to make the clouds In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June
In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June
In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June
In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June pretty baby In June