These old fingers have nothing left to say
These old fingers have naught but decay
These old fingers long to race away
These old fingers cry to me all day
Memory. Facility. Long benign productivity
Child, its me. Don’t fear to be friendly
For it’s a long time since me and you last met
Theres a few things, we’ve lost between, I bet
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
These old fingers have nothing left to say
These old fingers have naught but decay
These old fingers long to race away
These old fingers cry to me all day
Memory. Facility. Long benign productivity
Child, its me. Don’t fear to be friendly
For it’s a long time since me and you last met
Theres a few things, we’ve lost between, I bet