Fingers - Color Theory

Silence can be a virtue

Silence can be a virtue

It’s true

High hopes destined to blossom

High hopes destined to blossom

In you

Casting a spell

I’m ringing a bell

I’m crossing my fingers

Wishing you well

Wishing you well

I’m kissing and telling

Strangely compelling

Glowing with pride

Whisper, tell me a secret

Whisper, tell me a secret

Desire

Blameless, I’m only playing

Blameless, I’m only playing

With fire

Clearing my conscience

Betting on nonsense

Crossing my fingers

Wishing you well

Wishing you well

I’m kissing and telling

Glowing with pride

I’m dying inside

Faithless, I’ll stop at nothing

Faithless, I’ll stop at nothing

To win

Lawless, breaking commandments

Lawless, breaking commandments

I sin

Laughing it off

My fingers are crossed

The same empty gesture

Pardons a lie

You have a grievance

I have a sixth sense

Spare me the pretense

It doesn’t count

It doesn’t count

It doesn’t count

It doesn’t count

It doesn’t count

It doesn’t count

It doesn’t count