Saint Thomas - Bibio

Looking like a butterfly

You’re looking like petals in a hurricane wind

In the sunlight you shimmer like gasoline stains in the wells of rain

On the same walk that took me to you

Shining like a motor car

You’re looking like fire in a field of flowers

In the moonlight you glisten like fireflies' eyes in a hall of mirrors

On the same night that made me take to you

As I followed the line of your gaze

I could see through the smoke and the grass

To the grave of a master

Singing like a nightingale

You’re sounding like bells in a cave of gypsum

In the city you cut through the noise of the sirens and engines and people

In the same street that brought me to you

Smelling like a blossom tree

You’re filling the skies with a cloud of wonder

In the still light you sparkle like driftwood fires on the shores of the land

On the same isle that made me fly to you

As I followed your tracks in the sand

I could see through the smoke and the dunes

To the grave of a master