Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fingers , by - Pile. Song from the album Live at Third Man Records, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 23.11.2017
Record label: Third Man
Song language: English
Fingers |
| You can always find a warm place that will smile backwards at you |
| Filled with fine folks that can’t get their fingers out of their mouths |
| But one night, when sleep fell out of favor |
| I decided to shuffle around my furniture |
| And I couldn’t stop cleaning |
| Till the broom was sore and all of those sponges bleeding |
| I left a mess all over the floor |
| Then left through the window just to spare the door |
| Of a house that burned down before I was born |
| Chores carried out in a vacuum |
| Or shoving a stone up a hill |
| Ascribing the absurd a meaning |
| Bearing no likeness to what it will |
| It was then that I noticed my finger bleeding |
| I, for one, blame the thumb |
| You find the room’s exit |
| In that it’s just a handful of walls |
| Not one thing is everything |
| And not everything has a meaning |
| But you can lie |
| You can lie |
| You can lie |
| You can always lie |
| The sense of defeat was strong and in its season of feeding |
| And the broom was all numb and all the sponges now meaty |
| So I laid out on the floor |