Narcologue - Benoît Pioulard

I finally found the sun overturned

And it disappeared

It’ll come back tomorrow, it’ll come back to me

It had a subtle hum behind it

It seemed to breathe on its own

Will you sing it to me, will you sing it to me?

Is there singing of love?

Is there this whispering or love

That is digging from within?

Take hold and know they think of me

On sunless days they eat the garden

It alters green

But it’ll change color soon, it’ll change again soon

And when they wilt, they will be

They’ll help us live

They’ll cherish the suns, they’ll cherish the seeds

There’s

Are the only ones reaching to me

There is reason from love

There’s of love