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 around 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 (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