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[the nerves end at the fingertips] | . |
All day long the day has been dying
all day long you said to me sighing:
"I can’t scream as loud as you’re laughing
and you’re laughing
And I can’t sing as loud as you love me
do you love me?"
The nerves end at the fingertips
I can’t do more than kiss your lips
and it’s the same old fear
we can be close but we will never
never be near
We’re bound by skin
We’re caught in flesh
All day long the day has been dying
all day long you sat there crying
The nerves end at your fingertips
the nerves end at your fingertips
and it’s the same old fear
we can be close but we will never
never be near
We’re bound by skin
we’re caught in flesh