The Finger

And you feel the dissolve
Of grit against the walls
And you follow your words
And then
As the winter grows cold
You watch them all grow old
Them all

And they watch your eyes, all them
And the greed in yourself
But be carful how we get
They're all

And they watch your eyes, all them
And the greed in yourself
But be carful how we get
They're all



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Steadman
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