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