Tookah - Emiliana Torrini

Take me down to 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

Wooaaah, woaaahh

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 golden

Latch your senses over mine

Tookah, you’re mine

Said the girl you left her so divine

Tookah, you’re mine

Wooaaah, woaaahh

And breathe, oh your mind is a pleasure tomb

Drifting along the gold gold golden