Fingers in the Dark

(hummmmm) (ahhhh) Flicker of the candle on the old pine floor

Keeping count of footprints walking out the door I wrote down the

words that I couldn't say

Watched them drift like dust and slowly fade away

And it hurts to let the daylight in

When you don't know where to begin

So we dance inside the quiet spaces Looking for our familiar faces

Tracing patterns on a window pane

Listening to the steady rhythm of the rain

Every memory

is a heavy spark

Guiding me slowly

through the dark

(yeah) And it hurts to let the daylight in

When you don't know where to begin

So we dance inside the quiet spaces Looking for our familiar faces

Just a shadow on the floor (hummmmm)

Not fighting anymore