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