Little Fingers

Rises, rises the moon
Never, never too soon
I don't know what you're waiting for
I don't know if you'll find it lying on the bedroom floor

Rises, rises the flood
All stained from dry days of dust and mud
I don't know what you're looking for
I don't know if you'll find it lying on my chest once more

Oh, always holding sand
You're where I want to be
Opening your hand
Or do you think like me
Hammer for the nail
Everything I see
Nail I shouldn't bite
And all that it entails
I'm going off the rails

Fleeting, fleeting is the rain
Teasing, like little fingers reach across your body again
I don't know who you're waiting for
I don't know if you'll find them sleeping in my bed once more

Reaching, reaching like the vines
Needing every foothold they can find
When the floor starts falling out, I don't know if I've found a way to fall when I'm let down

Oh, always holding sand
I find you in my dreams
Opening your hand
Or do you live like me
Hammer for the nail
All that I can be
Nail I shouldn't bite
And all that it entails
I'm going off the rails
Ohhh
I'm going off the rails



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Cummings
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