Fingertips Emilíana Torrini

[Verse 1]
Before I can open
My all too eager eyes
Everything changes
From the oceans to the skies

[Verse 2]
Perpetual motion
Set a place by me
Everything's breathing
My hair an olive tree

[Chorus]
Yet my fingertips
Have a special sound
Yet my fingertips
They go around and round

[Verse 3]
This comical wisdom
Creeps into my brain
A wave of my nerve and
Oh, so free of pain

[Chorus]
Yet my fingertips
Have a special sound
Yet my fingertips
They go around and round