Finger Theory

I'm sleeping in a science book
Space and time till I got spooked
Well I don't need to see the bigger plan

Cause I can dream from here to there
I can get lost anywhere
Leading space and time by the hand

Here's a rule for rain and sorrow
Equations that all change tomorrow
Scale models to show how the whole thing ends

I don't know what this science proves
Tells us what our fingers do
When knuckles crack and rules want to bend

And birds know what's up
With the fingers and the touch
Of the trees

Singing these aren't fingers
These aren't fingers
These aren't fingers, they're little possibilities

I keep a string on my bedside table
It's just a theory and still unstable
Never know which heart it's gonna mend

And who can follow threads of meaning?
When words are hollow and so misleading
Tying tongues that try to comprehend

And birds know what's up
With the fingers and the touch
Of the trees

Singing these aren't fingers
These aren't fingers
These aren't fingers, they're little possibilities

And a finger on the trigger
A finger on the trigger
Wants to squeeze

A finger on the trigger is just a tease

I'm living in a science book
Space and time everywhere I look
Start to see the things I'll never know

But I'm thumbing through the pages
Stumble backwards through the ages
A finger theory to keep me on my toes

And birds know what's up
With the fingers and the touch
Of the trees

Singing these aren't fingers
These aren't fingers
These aren't fingers, they're little possibilities