Fingers
The figure of a woman
Live in the shadow
They are forgotten
The bottom of the bucket
Hearing sound like a boring radio all the time

Still find a miracle
The place for lost things have too much to die for stop getting old
Talking like a boring radio all the time
If you wanna know about it count on your fingers
I can't tell you everything count on your fingers

You don't know when you made a mistake you never understand
Cuz you don't believe it
Who's calling your names in the nightmare you never realize
Even if you can come alive again