Put your sweet fingers A little closer to the keyboard It's hard to read between your lines We were the clock hands at midnight Now you're four whole hours behind Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard I can't quite see the whites of your eyes Though you bat your eyelids from across the ocean And I fall over in their breeze I don't bring you spices from the East I don't bring you the world's you crave 'Cos everyday you need a new one
Just like Mr Benn, just like Mr Benn
Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard We pass light bits in the night Though you send your flare to the horizon I just stare and blink in your light I don't speak in all your tongues So I don't even know if I'll be welcome But what if I appeared as if by magic? Just like in Mr Benn
So go if you're going You keep pouring when I say when Come home when your Work there is done Just like Mr Benn
Put your sweet fingers A little closer to the keyboard It's hard to read between your lines We were the clock hands at midnight Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
