Wake Up! - Bibio

Fall upon my brow, this signature of love

Descending from the canopy of poison vapor

Filtered through the cold, this magic of the air

Is blushing every cheek and every soul thereafter

Wake up to the light, the light that’s always there

Your mind is tangled from its ever-thinking glory

Run your fingers through your bristling beard or hair

And watch the endless butterflies within escaping

Fall upon my lap, your signature of God

Descendant from the everlasting curdling wonder

Let the blinkers flake, and wipe the dust away

Let ripples settle and the riverbed appear

Wake up to the light, the light that’s always there

Your mind is tangled from its ever-thinking glory

Run your fingers through my bristling beard and hair

And watch the endless butterflies around returning

Run your fingers through my bristling beard and hair

And watch the endless butterflies around returning