Yellow Fingers Lyrics

Sing for me you pretty thing

Sing a song you want to sing

Let it out don't push it in

I love the way you used to sing

I have a thing I'm breathing in

Can't find a use can't find a hint

Feels like a perfect match, a perfect fit

This thing I use to fill me in

Don't seem to care/it's bad I'm told

Black pitch I bear/this thing I hold

Between my yellow fingers

Still it seems in place, ok

Can't have it any other way

I love the taste the smell the paint

The kiss of smoke I give and take