À tout à l'heure

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