Fioritura (Italian for "flourish", or "flowering") is the florid embellishment of melodic lines, either notated by a composer or improvised during a performance. It usually involves lengthy, complex embellishments, as opposed to standardized local ornamental figures such as trills, mordents, or appoggiaturas, and its use is documented as early as the thirteenth century (Da Costa 2002; Jander 2001). The alternative term "coloratura" is less accurate (Steane 1992). It is closely related to the sixteenth-century practice of diminution or division (Randel 2003).
Well if I was a satellite
I'd watch you when you sleep
And if I was an undertow
I'd drag you to the deep
And if I was a prison
I would hide you in my walls
And if I was an angel
I would catch you when you fall
It's such a cold day
Down here in hell
And it's a long way
Long way to heaven
But it's okay
'Cause we're singing with the angels
It's such a cold day
Down here in hell
And it's a long way
Up there to heaven
But it's okay
'Cause we're singing with the angels
And I will give you everything I have
If I had anything at all
And if I was a memory
I'd creep into your mind
And if I was a tourniquet
I'd never let you die
It's such a cold day
Down here in hell
And it's a long way
Long way to heaven
But it's okay
'Cause we're singing with the angels
And it's such a cold day
Down here in hell
And it's a long way
Up there to heaven
But it's okay
'Cause we're singing with the angels
And I would give you everything I had
If I had anything at all
Anything at all
It's such a cold day
Down here in hell
And it's a long way
Long way to heaven
But it's okay
'Cause we're singing with the angels
Anything at all
And it's such a cold day
Down here in hell
And it's a long way
Up there to heaven
But it's okay cause we're singing with the angels
Anything at all
It's such a cold day
Down here in hell
And it's a long way
Long way to heaven
But it's okay
'Cause we're singing with the angels
Anything at all
If I was a hurricane
I'd blow your world apart
All over the world
Winners are cheating
Losers are weeping
Take anything at all
All over the world
Lovers are killing
Suckers are willing