# #From Golden Age of Radio #Words and music by Josh Ritter # Every month that ends its spin Is picked up by the moon for keeping Clean and safe from accidents Sheltered from the elements But June is like an echo Of the sounds we never made I swear they find me in my waking hours Thirty days like poison flowers The wind in your hair Like a sigh, like a sigh With intermittent rain and shine The sky re-started six or seven times It's blue because it sees All our infidelities We both know t (chordiearchive.chordie.com)