Before I can open my all to eager eyes   Everything changes from the oceans to the skies   Perpetual motion, sad replaced by mean   Everything's breathing, my hair and olive trees      Yet my fingertips   Have a special sound   Yet my fingertips   They go around and round       This comical wisdom   Creeps into my brain   A wave of my nerve   And oh so free of pain      Yet my fingertips   Have a special sound   Yet my fingertips   They go around and round       (Interlude) - ba ba bada da um (x2)      Electrical current   Hallowed be the name    Lift my emotions   And banish all my shame       Yet my fingertips   Have a special sound   Yet my fingertips   Smell of sodden ground       Before I can open my all to eager eyes (all to eager eyes)   Everything changes from the oceans to the skies       Yet my fingertips   Have a special sound   Yet my fingertips   They go round and round       Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a   Pa-pa-pa-ra-raaa-a