Bibio - A Tout à L'heure

Count in twos, count in fours, when you're feeling soft, treading ever so kindly
Break it off, break it off, when you see it glow and you're thinking it's ripened
À tout à l'heure, à tout à l'heure, when you lift your feet and you know it's me waving
Scatter brains, scatter grains, count the dandelions and the plots they ripen

Count in threes, count in fives, see the buckled wheel and the merry-go-rounding
Spin your arms, spin your eyes, ever mindfully, ever carefully breezing
Count within and count without, feel the bellowing and the diaphragm flexing
Let it drop and let it bounce, count in melodies and the gravity breathing

Count in twos, count in fours, when you're feeling slow, treading ever so fondly
Cut it off, cut it off, when you see it grow and you're thinking it's bolting
À tout à l'heure, à tout à l'heure, when you lift your soles and you know it's me smiling
Scatter brains, scatter grains, count the buttercups and the melodies ripened

Count in threes, count in fives, see the figure-eight, hear the cherry-go-rounding
Span your arms, span your eyes, ever presently, ever carefully freezing
Count within, count without, feel the mellowing and the daffodil resting
Let it drop, let it bounce, count the melodies and the levity teething