À tout à l'heure
À tout a l' heure Lyrics
| Song | À tout à l'heure |
| Artist | Bibio |
| Album | Silver Wilkinson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 a l' heure, a tout a 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 merrygorounding | |
| 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 a l' heure, a tout a 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 figureeight, hear the cherrygorounding | |
| 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 |
| 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 merrygorounding | |
| 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 figureeight, hear the cherrygorounding | |
| 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 |
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