Fingers on My Face Songtext
von Craig Wedren

Hold tight
And whisper what you like

Boiled
Tiny fists
Squeeze delight

From a room
Where
Everybody′s in love some
Everyone and their brother

Who'll take the chariot home

Seventeen was a scream
Thought that night would never come
Boys so mean
March and preen
Little angels
Built to shove

Fuck and bleed all your dreams


Take the knife out of your shoulder
Get your hair out of your eyes
And put your fingers on my face
Yeah

Put your fingers on my face
Wrap your legs around my waist
And put your lips where I can taste ′em

Out of fear
Or out of pluck
(who ever invented)
Plans appear
Bargains, struck
(all the things we take for granted)

Patterns light the way in
(who ever invented)
Habits fight
To stay in
(all the things we take for granted)


Our seventies were a sneeze
Thought that night would never come
Watch the streets
Soaked with trees
Either late for
Or at a
Show

Magazines
So gamine

Watch the light fall from your shoulders
In a blaze of highway lines

Put your fingers on my face yeah
Put your fingers on my face

Wrap your legs around my waist
And put your lips where I can taste 'em

Out of fear
Or out of pluck
(who ever invented)
Plans appear
Bargains, struck
(all the things we take for granted)

Patterns light the ways in
(who ever invented)
Habits fight
To stay in
(all the things we take for granted)

Who ever invented
All the things we take for granted?

Who ever invented
All the things we take for granted?