Watch The Flies - Bibio

Morning comes, the day eludes you

I know you don’t have room or time to be you

The sound of foghorn or the bugle

I know that you can hum the tune

July comes, the sun eludes you

I know you can’t afford a room with a view

But chime a bell, it’s time to be you

I know that you can play a tune

Resting where the seeds of summer, they’re in sun

When I promise I’ll be here

Watch the flies that catch the sunlight anytime

You two, always there

Falling when the leaves have rotten

They resume their duty to the earth

And the wings that move, they’re softer every time

You two, always there