Lyrics Narcologue - Benoît Pioulard

Narcologue

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