Fingers Crossed

Why do I go down to an underground garage at night?
I hear the condensation water dripping from the pipes
Screaming sound of the car wheels
Echoes off the concrete walls

Even Superman does this on his free time
And sometimes I just wish
I had the powers of his kind
I see the balloons on TV
There's one for every lie they tell

And everyone
Has their fingers crossed
When the morning comes
They will know who has lost

We went from door to door
Tried to get someone to speak
But no-one said a word
Because of the powers that be
We almost ran out of hope
The more they had seen, the less they spoke

Now tweedle-dees and tweedle-dums wait for the sun
Soon everyone will know what they have done
To keep the game good and clean
The messengers have to be free

And everyone
Has their fingers crossed
When the morning comes
They will know who has lost



Credits
Writer(s): Matti Jasu
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