Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Qwerty Finger, artist - Everything Everything.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Qwerty Finger |
We slide in from the epoch of Anglo-American wire |
And a Saxon spire, glint in the glare far above me |
Put pressure on it! |
She collapse me |
Man alive, her every ache a baton to me |
Age of ending |
Where’s the worth in proving I was here? |
But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives |
And all be lying in rows, they can’t believe that it’s happening |
And Qwerty Finger replies, «I don’t know how to sleep knowing this» |
I can’t go down like the rest, oh, Qwerty, take it away (If it’s gonna happen |
to him) |
So how will they remember us whole when we turn into salt? |
And it’s mine, the fault, mine the dream and the vein, home of whale flesh |
Make soap out of it! |
I regret so |
Every wand I splinter in a fit of frenzy |
Distant memory |
She don’t care for leaving anything behind |
But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives |
And all be lying in rows, they can’t believe that it’s happening |
And Qwerty Finger replies, «I don’t know how to sleep knowing this» |
I can’t go down like the rest, oh, Qwerty, take it away (If it’s gonna happen |
to him) |
I can’t let you turn yourself off |
Off, ooh |
Your every ounce an element sleeping |
A part of you just never quite receiving |
I wanna be the one to get in, ah-ah! |
But the only way you tell me you’re certain |
To draw asunder every leper curtain |
Would be a hail of every flower to ash, ah-ah! |
And when every attosecond means nothing |
And all that you believe in isn’t working |
I can’t begin to tell you I know, ah-ah! |
And in twenty-thousand years they trawl the seaboard |
But all that’s washing up there is a keyboard |
Yeah, they piece it all together from that, ah-ah! |
Come on, child |
What you say, what you do, yeah, it’s all over now |
Qwerty Finger no more |
Qwerty Finger no more |
I can’t do what you ask me |
Qwerty Finger no more, no more |
She collapse me |
Man alive, her every ache a baton to me |
Age of ending |
Where’s the worth in proving I was here? |