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CROWDED HOUSE >> Merchandise Links
CROWDED HOUSE
(Neil Finn) Can you imagine that An itch too sensitive to scratch The light that falls through the cracks An insect too delicate to catch I hear the endless murmur Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze And the sound that comes to carry me Across the land and over the sea And I can't look up Fingers of love move down And I can't look back Fingers of love move down Colour is its own reward Colour is its own reward The chiming of a perfect chord Let's go jumping overboard Into waves of joy and clarity Your hands come out to rescue me And I'm playing in the shallow water Laughing while the mad dog sleeps And I can't look up Fingers of love move down And I won't be hit Fingers of love move everywhere There is time yet Fall by the way From the cradle to the grave From a palace to the gutter Beneath the dying waves of the sun Lie fingers of love Through waves of joy and clarity A fallen angel walked on the sea And I'm playing in the shallow water Laughing while the mad dog sleeps And I can't look up Fingers of love move down And I won't be hit Fingers of love move everywhere There is time yet For you to find me And all I want Fingers of love move down
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