brian jonestown massacre

Fingertips (listen) ☛

Looking through the looking glass,
All that seems won’t ever last,
Broken glass in every tree,
Natural love I’ve never seen.
Slipping through my fingertips like sand.
Slipping through my fingertips, sand.
Stare into the drinking glass,
Walking slow, faces pass,
Sipping through my fingertips, like sand.
Sipping through my fingertips, each time.
Sipping through my fingertips, sand.

Hello? Hello? Hello?
Is there anybody out there?
Just nod if you can hear me;
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now!

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