Cinnamon Cinematic - Bibio

Hold on to my dreams, and I'll come find them in your room I reach out in thought, expect you working on a tune But you're tending to some flowers that have long ceased to bloom The fresh smell of cinnamon enlightens all the gloom Is that what you hang on to? Hold on to my memories and write 'em down for me You might find a friend in your neglected history And one day you might wanna dwell on all the distant years The steady smell of cinnamon can't make them disappear Or is that what you were hoping for? Another dreamless night Fixing you up Your favourite lullaby Silence Hold on to my words, and I'll come place them on your tongue The reason you recall them is 'cause you knew them all along Though somehow when you speak them now they sound all wrong The sun shines on the cinnamon floating from the bong Is that what it has come to? Another dreamless day Passing you by Strolling your time away Blind eyed Another dreamless daze I'm right behind Ready for when you wake I'm too kind Just too kind

She is a belter Different from the rest Diamonds on her finger And she always looks her best She is a gangster With a hundred mile stare When she walks Her feet don't touch the flair She is a belter She plays with lightning I'm a hundred miles high Dishing out the thunder Like a God inside the sky She is a dancer And she dances in my dreams Reminds me that the world Is not as evil as it seems She is a belter No happy endings Unless fairytales comes true But she looks like a princess And there's not much else to do I think I love her She gets underneath my skin But I've been stung a few times So I don't let no one in Not even belters She is a belter She is a belter She is a belter How can she reach me When I'm high above the shelf? Lost inside a smoke ring While I ponder tae myself Is she the answer To the question in my mind? Is happiness an option Or has love just turned me blind? Is she a belter? No happy endings Unless fairytales comes true But she looks like a princess And there's not much else to do I think I love her She gets underneath my skin But I've been stung a few times So I don't let no one in Not even belters She is a belter She is a belter She is a belter

To see within is to feel without a light Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like? To find a stone just to bounce across the pond Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs Her hair curls in the damp of the night The scent recalls like a photograph with life Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night The scent recalls like a photograph with life To live without is to live under a spell Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell? To find a bone and to float it down the stream It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens Her hair curls in the damp of the night The scent recalls like a photograph with life Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights Records the air like a memory of night Her hair curls in the damp of the night The scent recalls like a photograph with life Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights Records the air like a memory of night

Counting twos, counting fours When you're feeling sad treading ever so kindly Break it off, break it off When you see it glow, and you're thinking it's ripened À tout à l'heure, À tout à l'heure When you lift your feet, and you know it's me waving Scattered rains, scattered rains Counting dandelions and the parks they're ripened Counting threes, counting fives See the beaucoup view and the merry go rounding Spin your arms, spin your eyes êtes vous ma fleuri, ever carefully breezing Look how we live, look how we laugh Feel the bellowing and the bath in flexing Let it drop, and let it bounce Counting melodies, and the gravity breathing Counting twos counting fours When your feeling slow treading ever so finely Cut it off cut it off When you see it broke and your thinking that's faulting À tout à l'heure, À tout à l'heure When you lift your souls, and you know it's me smiling Scattered rains scattered rains Scatter buttercups and the melodies ripened Counting threes counting fives See the bickering and cherry go round Spin your arm spin your eyes Ever presently Ever carefully freezing Cant move in cant move out Till the mellowing and daffodil resting Let it drop let it bounce, Count the good news and the levity teething

Do it like you're trying to kiss and make up Oh, you treat it like old graffiti Oh, oh yeah You feel it when you fail to call her lately Oh, to call her baby You're looking like you lie to try to fight it Oh, you treat it like old graffiti Oh, ooh yeah She needed you to think about her lately Every part of baby Acting like you're trying to kiss and make up Too busy like old graffiti Oh, oh You feel it when she failed to call you lately Oh, to call you baby Looking like you lie to try to hide it Oh, you treat it like old graffiti Oh, oh She wanted you to think about her, lady As her kind of baby