Five Fingers Later

Five fingers later,
Sunday night,
8 pm or under,
Xenon light.

That's when the treetops are kidding about,
For the sake of the doubt,
I'm a rose for a sheep,
And the sun for the heat.

Won't you choose how to be,
Won't you choose here with me,
I'm a cigarette tray,
For the sons of the race.

And you,
Took me by surprise.

It helps,
If you'd close your eyes.

Cause five fingers later,
I'm still around,
Five birthdays before,
The magic town.

And I set this arm away.

Are you leaving,
With the clouds,
Cause if you're leaving,
Then what about those nights,
We weren't sleeping,
There's the doubt,
But where's the love?

She told her,
It's better if you're watching.

She told her,
The stars are better off with you.

I said,
You are always gonna sing the lullaby,
I couldn't help it if I cried,
Just the put echoes aside.

Five fingers later,
Coal-covered grace,
I woulda have it for a cater,
But I've gone and induced such a rain.

Where's the charm in believing?
Accounted coffee chats,
Cause if there's a hole in the bout,
Then the train home wouldn't be so long.

Five years later,
Saturday evening,
Morning asunder,
Cause it's then that I start to believe.

That the sun never rises,
And the firework dies off,
Everytime we get close,
But if there's such a hell,
Then i guess we're all on our toes.