Emiliana Torrini Tookah
Take me down to the corner of a million miles
Where time is a waste of time
Find me a pleasant tomb and a wishing bone to be left alone with
I'll be waiting by the phone line
Tookah, you're mine
Said the girl, you left her so divine
Come down to the corner of my pain
It's been rigged, yeah, anyway
I've been a lonesome babe more than I ever told
And breathe
Oh, your mind is a pleasure tomb
Drifting along the gold, gold road and
Latch your senses over mine
Tookah, you're mine
Said the girl, you left her so divine
Tookah, you're mine
And breathe
Oh, your mind is a pleasure tomb
Drifting along the gold, gold road and
