Fingerprints Songtext
Like ghost games, I conjure up
Pictures of events in my mind.
The swearing and the cannons of laughter,
The buzz of static counting out time.
Pictures of events in my mind.
The swearing and the cannons of laughter,
The buzz of static counting out time.
What I wish would have happened,
I now paint and dress it up well,
And send it like
Truth to the tape,
Letting history swell.
Fingerprints are all but gone,
So I can make up the story as it
Goes along.
There might be the good old days
If all the right things get forgotten.
A smile can still be photogenic
If you can't see the molars are rotten.
I hope you've had revalations
Since I left you behind.
I'll at least pretend that you're happy
To stop guilt from making me come untied, since
Fingerprints are all but gone,
So I can make up the story as it
Goes along.
Those fingerprints,
They're almost gone.
I can make up the story
As it goes along.
I now paint and dress it up well,
And send it like
Truth to the tape,
Letting history swell.
Fingerprints are all but gone,
So I can make up the story as it
Goes along.
There might be the good old days
If all the right things get forgotten.
A smile can still be photogenic
If you can't see the molars are rotten.
I hope you've had revalations
Since I left you behind.
I'll at least pretend that you're happy
To stop guilt from making me come untied, since
Fingerprints are all but gone,
So I can make up the story as it
Goes along.
Those fingerprints,
They're almost gone.
I can make up the story
As it goes along.
NORTHEY, CRAIG WILLIAM ANDREW/PAUL BRENNAN/DRAKE, STEVEN
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