I've seen boxes   Fills up all the things I never told you    Still growing   And I try though   I try though the talking never seems to do it      I miss the taste of you   Red hearts and the dust of June   Oh, I miss the taste of you      For the night now   Just dark as the crows who call me    And the discernment, about      Still they won't let me be   Two hearts gone black & blue   Oh they won't let me be   Closer to you      I miss the taste of you   Red hearts and the dust of June   Oh, I miss the taste of you   Red hearts gone black & blue      Everything you ever do   Is a sigh and a cry   A cry   Cry