Emilíana Torrini
Smoke Trails
Rain steams up this picture
You trace it with your finger
Hold on , I know this station
Where everything turns to the better
I ought to know this station mmm
Smoke trails I follow your tracks
I’m inhaling your breath
Mmm
It all make sense
We raced our hearts
To the edge just to fall
I thought I heard you sigh
Didn’t everything turn for the better?
I ought to see you smiling mmm
Your lost I covered my tracks
I’m inhaling the night
It all make sense
We raised our hearts
To the edge just to fall
N’ it all make sense
I raced your heart
Just to watch you fall
N’ it all makes sense
It all makes sense
It all makes sense