Can you imagine this
An itch to sensitive to scratch
The light that falls through the cracks
An insect to delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmur
Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
And the sound that comes to carry me
Across the land and over the sea
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back
Fingers of love move down...
Fragment of Crowded House, Fingers Of Love, from the album Together Alone 1993.
Photo by Heike Janzen, April 2009.
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