Fingers - Anthea

With your fingers touching me

I feel tender

And the same thing you promised me

It was early decmber

You go your way

And I go mine

And you say your sorry

And I say I’m fine

It’s allright

I make my?

And I forget

It’s allright

It’s allright

With your words controlling me

Comes a sense of security

But the same thing you gave to me

You took it back, instantly

So here we go again

And I stay here

With no more promises

Nowhere near

It’s allright

I make my?

And I forget

It’s allright

It’s allright

Fingers

Fingers

Fingers

Fingers

It’s allright

It’s allright

It’s allright

It’s allright