Chamber Music
Paolo Nutini
Sweet little Rosie, my softest machine
Bounces with me on my big trampoline
Childish and silly, we're part of a team
Me and my Rose on my big trampoline
I was a shadow, I'd spoken at sleep
Do you dream when I open like a flower to the heat?
And now Rosie, she tells me of things that she's seen
Flowers in her hair on my big trampoline