Interpret:

Emilíana Torrini

Album:

Tookah

The hem of her dress spills over
What covers the seat
N'flutters in the breeze like 
Caterpillars on a leaf


Hair the hue of lions, 
beaches dried by morning suns
Promise you will write me a poem
Of who I am 'for sadness comes


Oh it comes in slow slow whispers
When it comes feels like long long winters


She placed her hand in the sun and
With her shadow smoothed me down
Turn your mind down low now
Hold me close 'for madness comes


Oh it comes in slow slow whispers
When it comes feels like long long winters


Let it come in slow slow whispers
Let it come with its long long winters