Can you imagine that, an itch too sensitive to scratch. The light that falls through the cracks
An insect too delicate to catch

I hear the endless murmur. Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze. And the sound that comes to carry me. Across the land and over the sea

And I can't look up. Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back. Fingers of love move everywhere. But there is time yet to define me

Colour is its own reward. Colour is its own reward
The chiming of a perfect chord. Let's go jumping overboard

Into waves of joy and clarity. Your hands come out to rescue me. And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps

And I can't look up. Fingers of love move down
And I won't be back. Fingers of love move everywhere. And there is time yet. Time where I want to be

Fingers of love move down

With the joy of clarity, your hands come out and rescue me. And I’m playing in the shallow water, while the mad dog sleeps

And I can’t look back. Fingers of love move down. And I can’t look up. Fingers of love move everywhere

And there is time yet. Time where I want to be. And there is time yet, for you to find me