Bibio - Raincoat

Watching the wind blowing rain on my window,
shining like eyes looking out onto the road
Light through the steam of my tea flickers like flames,
I put on my raincoat and step into the day

Puddles on the pavements and streams in the gutters
are washing the blossom away
I smiled like I didn't know my telephone number
and all of my thoughts yesterday

Down in the churchyard: the yews hollowed and old,
trees like umbrellas, their sound tickles my soul

Puddles by the gravestones are colouring the bluebells
and washing the dying away
They smiled like they never knew a telephone number
and all of my thoughts of today