Fingers Songtext
von Color Theory

Silence can be a virtue
Silence can be a virtue it′s true
High hopes destined to blossom
High hopes destined to blossom in you

Casting a spell
I'm ringing a bell
I′m crossing my fingers
Wishing you well
Wishing you well
I'm kissing and telling
Strangely compelling
Glowing with pride

Whisper tell me a secret
Whisper tell me a secret desire
Blameless I'm only playing
Blameless I′m only playing with fire


Clearing my conscience
Betting on nonsense
Crossing my fingers
Wishing you well
Wishing you well
I′m kissing and telling
Glowing with pride
I'm dying inside

Faithless I′ll stop at nothing
Faithless I'll stop at nothing to win
Lawless breaking commandments
Lawless breaking commandments I sin

Laughing it off
My fingers are crossed
The same empty gesture
Pardons a lie
You have a grievance
I have a sixth sense
Spare me the pretense
It doesn′t count

It doesn't count
It doesn′t count
It doesn't count
It doesn't count
It doesn′t count
It doesn′t count