Sanoja: Anthea. Fingers.

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