honeymoon child

Emiliana Torrini

You are true honeymoon child
Conceived on an island in the sun
Heels 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