Honeymoon Child — Emiliana Torrini

You are true honeymoon child Conceived on an island in the sun Heals dug in the white sand Loved and adored from day one

Raised in a wild space Between two hearts With the vines climb trees towards the light Running naked, dragging a kite Or your dress on a string

You bring up the soft side in everyone We gather like ravens On a rusty sythe Just to watch Such a little dove Just to watch Such a little dove Fly away

Mr. bones from town said he saw you the other day He said you changed but he wouldn't say how Well it can always turn Yeh, it can always turn A wing can always turn