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