Can you imagine that
An itch too sensitive to scratch
A 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, it 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

Color is it's own reward
Color is it's 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 helped
Fingers of love move everywhere
And there is time yet
To fall by the way

From the cradle to the grave
From the palace to the gutter
Beneath the dying rays of the sun
Lie the fingers of love

Into 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 helped
Fingers of love move everywhere

And there is time yet
For you to find me
And all at once
Fingers of love move down

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Writer(s): NEIL MULLANE FINN