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