All night long
I would try to make you feel better
When you're alone
I would try to make you feel better
Arms. Hands. Fingers
Fingers in arms
Fingers of the hands
In the skin of my usual face
Inside, fingers
Fingers inside eyes
Fingered muscles
Creating holes into my lungs
All night long...
Fingers you can't see
Fingers you can't cede
Now they're giving rhythm
Fingers you can't see
Fingers you can't cede
Now they're making noise
Along my years' borders
I've collected a veil of fingers
Now I'm waiting for someone
To fill at least an hole
In my durable riddled wall