Sanoja: Crowded House. Farewell to the World. Fingers Of Love.

Can you imagine that?
An itch too sensitive to scratch
The light that falls through the cracks
An insect too delicate to catch

I hear the endless murmur
Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
And the sound that comes to carry me
Across the land and over the sea

And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back
Fingers of love move down

Color is its own reward
Color is its own reward
The chiming of a perfect chord
Let's go jumping overboard

Into waves of joy and clarity
Your hands come out to rescue me
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps

And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere

There is time yet, fall by the way
From the cradle to the grave
To the palace, to the gutter
Beneath the dying waves of the sun
Lie the fingers of love

Through waves of joy and clarity
A fallen angel walked on the sea
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps

And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere

And there is time yet
For you to find me
And all at once
Fingers of love move down