Emiliana Torrini

Before I can open my all to eager eyes
Everything changes from the oceans to the skies
Perpetual emotion sadder place by me
Everything's breathing my air in all of tree
Yet my fingertips
Have a special sound
Yet my fingertips
They go around and round
This comical wisdom
Creeps into my brain
Away of my nerve
And also free of pain
Yet my fingertips
Have a special sound
Yet my fingertips
They go around and round
Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a
Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a