All Their Sisters - Bibio

loves watching the shadows forming

Dreaming of golden Summer

Seagulls are

with wonder

Daylight heavy with scents of the people

Leaving it open

You can hear the raging

Buried and tangled in winds

lullaby right off the water

Making you lax into slumber

Circles are standing the moorhens

Tickled by tips of the Winter

Dreaming of golden Summer

with wonder

Leaving it open

Buried and tangled in winds

Making you lax into slumber

Tickled by tips of the Winter

Dreaming of golden Summer

with wonder

Leaving it open

Buried and tangled in winds

Making you lax into slumber

Tickled by tips of the Winter