Fingertips - Emiliana Torrini

Before I can open

My all too eager eyes

Everything changes

From the oceans to the skies

Perpetual motion

Set a place by me

Everything’s breathing

My hair an olive tree

Yet my fingertips

Have a special sound

Yet my fingertips

They go around and round

This comical wisdom

Creeps into my brain

A wave of my nerve and

Oh, so 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

Electrical current

Hallowed be thy name

Lift my emotions

And banish all my shame

Yet my fingertips

Have a special sound

Yet my fingertips

Smell of sodden ground

Before I can open

My all too eager eyes (all too 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