Tell only of what you can see,
Until you can see until, wherever it is that crack of dawn is.
I see, you took a dip in the swamps,
Dressed, with your gorilla bathing suit.
Now take my hand, step back.
Walk on the red keys on your xylophone.
Or play hide and seek, in your scientist outfit,
For I can see in all direction, just, like a strung up violin.
I'm a cymball rush in an orchestra,
But here are my two feet, here are my two feet.
And even there the lay is steep.
Now step back, into the month of marsch.
And sometimes, I felt unbearably light,
Like a silk dress,
Like the folliage under water.
And sometimes, I felt like being whoever else I was,
Like a seamstress, with a leather needle.
Or like my feet, marching on the ground.
And I stepped inside, the woods, and in and out of the city.
But then, I had, nowhere else to go.
And there was the sun, marching up to the skies.
I'm a cymball rush in an orchestra,
But here are my two feet, here are my two feet.
And even there the lay is steep.
Now step back, into the month of marsch.
The twin moons of marsh are not there.
If you just blink twice a day,
It's a childish answer,
To a childish question.
But here are your two feet, here are my two feet, here are your two feet,
Hopping a mile each time.
credits
from Monsieur Michel,
released June 17, 2016
Lyrics: Pablo Sala
Music: Monsieur Michel
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