Текст песни Elbow - My Finger

my senses arise like the dark desert skies on the counties
and all things collide when the blacks of her eyes hit my soul
the blackbird he cries to the ghosts of the night to be faithful
and we all stand in line cos we think it’s polite to be bored

and you say that it’s not what you say
and it’s always the same like the memory’s slain on the day

my finger is light on the pulse of my bride in the morning
my arms open wide from the things i deny to avoid
she spins me a line that she heard from the guy on the tv
and we all lose our pride cos it beats killing time in the past

and you say that it’s not what you say
and it’s always the same like the memory’s slain on the day

my finger, shows the way to the stars
my finger, will it tear us apart

and you say that it’s not what you say
and it’s always the same like the memory’s slain on the day

my finger