Tin Finger Lyrics

Woven Hand Tin Finger

Only his shadow stands by him But then come dark and desert him Look he bares his arms All our words rhyme with guilt tonight The love of him is law He bares his arms Faithful the wounds of a friend Broken down is the right way round He bares his arms He bares his arms Here on this road There are others who move so slow They wait with baited breath For my fevered pitch My sweat to run and Eyes to twitch I just cannot do it I cannot get it across I just can't make it happen I cannot bring it on Here on this road There are others who move so slow The love of him is law The love of him is l