Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
Emilíana Torrini
I am lying in my bed, watching a spider eat the fly
I say "How is that? It's breakfast TV for you"
A little later, I'm sitting by the window looking out
The red army's really blowing up the street
I'm too stale to eat breakfast, so I smell my fingertips
A cup of coffee won't do for me
How days creep by in the graying sky
How days creep by and they never even try
How days creep by in the graying sky
How days creep by
Guess it's time for a walk, just to read some license plates
What is autumn doing creeping up on me?
Going on the tube to scream when the train arrives
Rubbing cress on my skin, God, it smells so nice
All the same, I'd think I'll go on rolling up the hill
If I'm lucky you won't see me
How days creep by in the graying sky
How days creep by come and ask me why
How days creep by in the graying sky
How days creep by
Did you know that tuna fish float up to the surface?
Belly to the moonlight just to cool their heart down
'Cause it helps them just to think about the hurtful things
I guess it's just one way to get them some sedation
How days creep by in the graying sky
How days creep by and they'll definitely die
How days creep by in the graying sky
How days creep by
How days creep by and they'll definitely die
How days creep by come and ask me why
How days creep by
How days creep by
How days creep by
Tuna Fish was written by Siggi Baldursson & Emilíana Torrini & Eg White.
Tuna Fish was produced by Roland Orzabal & Alan Griffiths.