Chamber Music - Paolo Nutini

Sweet little Rosie, my softest machine

Bounces with me on my big trampoline

Childish and silly we’re part of a team

Me and my Rose on my big trampoline

I was a shadow

I’d smoke and I’d sleep

'till you came and I opened like a flower to the heat

And now Rosie she tells me of things that she’s seen

With flowers in her hair on my big trampoline