Fingertips - 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 round and round

Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a

Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a

Electrical current

Hallowed be the name

Live my emotions

And vanish all my shame

Yet my fingertips

Have a special sound

Yet my fingertips

Smell of sodden ground

Before I can open my all to eager eyes

Everything changes from the oceans to the skies

Yet my fingertips

Have a special sound

Yet my fingertips

They go round and round

Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a

Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a