Texty: Emiliana Torrini. Fisherman's Woman. Honeymoon Child.

You are true honeymoon child
Conceived on an island in the sun
Heels tugging 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 dressed on a stream

You bring up the soft side in everyone
We gather like ravens on a rusty side
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 wind can always turn