Quarters - Bibio

Write me a note

And fold it in quarters

There’s so little time

We’re safe in the garden

The end of the day

The song of the night of

The dark of the tunnel

Shining along

Won’t you try to forget

Your time in the shadows?

The sting in the tear?

The poisonous words?

We’re left to falling and rolling

And rolling and falling

The feeling of nothing

Beneath you is never-ending

Write me a note

And fold it in quarters

There’s nothing to say

We’re safe in our garden

The dry of a day

The damp of the nightlife

The start of the season

Wait, little darling

Won’t you try to remove

The thorn in your side?

The salt in the deepest creek?

The poisonous thorns, so gentle?

Falling and growing

And growing and falling

The feeling of something

Around you is never-ending