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