Fingertips - Patsy Cline

I feel the fingerprints

That you left on my heart

You played a game of love

And then you said we had to part

You left me all alone

And as the tear-drops start

I feel the fingerprints

Of sorrow on my heart

I know you didn’t mean to be unkind

And hurt me so

And you’ve made up your mind

But I just thought you ought to know

That when the day is through

I think of only you

I sit alone and dream

And think of things we didn’t do

And when the day is through

I think of only you

I sit alone and dream

And think of things we didn’t do