LEARN LYRICS

I wink at the clouds

Eyelash flutters

I defy the biggest storms

Umbrella in exile

I swim breaststroke in fresh water

A little clumsy

Sandcastles in the foam

Ephemeral and not straight

Time takes its sweet time

And I lose mine

I invent childish games for myself

I do little with nothing

Time has a good time

And I get bored with mine

I invent games that are worth nothing

I do little but I do it well

While waiting for you

While waiting for you

I make bubbles in rosewater

I drown for a love

On the horizon of gloomy nights

Stubborn, I go, I run

I make smoke rings

With my cigarettes

I let the beautiful years burn away

But I only do as I please

I make musical scores on the ground

With India ink

Melodies for school days

Easy and without thorns

I make ripples in the bath

Twenty thousand leagues under the seas

I pour your perfume into the water

Sink and then take some air

Time takes its sweet time

And I lose mine

I invent childish games for myself

I do little with nothing

Time has a good time

And I get bored with mine

I invent games that are worth nothing

I do little but I do it well

And you from time to time

You would pass into mine

We would play like children

Sun in our mornings

While waiting

While waiting

And you from time to time

You would pass into mine

We would play at pretending, perhaps

But doing it well