Emilíana Torrini - Honeymoon Child

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
Where the vines climb trees towards the light
Running naked, dragging a kite
Or your dress on a string

You bring out the soft side in everyone
We gather like ravens on a rusty scythe
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
Yeah, it can always turn
A wing can always turn