FINGERS OF LOVE -       crowded house

intro:

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  Can you imag

ine that,
       
 an     itch t

oo sensitive t

o scratch
           
The   light th

 
at falls throu

gh the cracks,

 
           
an    insect t

oo delicate to

 catch
      
I    hear the 

endless murmur

 
             
every  blade o

              
f grass that s

             
hivers in the 

         
  breeze
            
And the   soun

    
d it comes to 

carry me
             
 a-  cross the

              
 land and over

              
 the   sea

Chorus
              
And I can't lo

       
ok  up, 
             
   fingers of 

           
love move   do

 
wn
              
And I can't lo

       
ok  back, 
             
  fingers of l

             
ove move  down


   Colour is i

t's own reward

    colour is 

 it's own rewa

rd
          
The   chiming 

of  perfect ch

ord

  let's go jum

ping overboard
         
Into    waves 

of joy and cla

rity
             
your  hands co

              
me out to resc

             
ue  me
          
And I'm  playi

ng in the shal

low water
             
  laughing whi

              
le the mad dog

       
  sleeps

Chorus
              
And I can't lo

       
ok  up, 
             
  fingers of l

                 
ove move  down
              
And I can't be

   
   helped, 
             
  fingers of l

            
ove move   eve

      
rywhere
            
And there is  

        
 time yet, 
         
to  fall by th

e way
         
From the     c

        
radle to the g

rave, 
           
from the   pal

     
ace to the gut

ter
         
Be-     neath 

              
the dying rays

           
 of the   sun,
              
lie the finger

           
s of    love

Inst. Break
 -  -  - 

            
Into   waves o

 
f joy and clar

ity 
             
a   fallen ang

              
el walked on t

           
he  sea
            
And I'm   play

      
ing in the sha

llow water
             
  laughing whi

              
le the mad dog

       
   sleeps

Chorus
              
And I can't lo

       
ok  up, 
             
 fingers of lo

              
ve move   down
              
And I won't be

    
  helped, 
             
  fingers of l

            
ove move   eve

   
rywhere
            
And there is  

      
time yet, 
             
for  you to fi

              
nd me 
            
All at  once, 

    
             
  fingers of l

          
ove move  down

 

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