Put your sweet fingers

A little closer to the keyboard

It's hard to read between your lines

We were the clock hands at midnight

Now you're four whole hours behind

Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard

I can't quite see the whites of your eyes

Though you bat your eyelids from across the ocean

And I fall over in their breeze

I don't bring you spices from the East

I don't bring you the world's you crave

'Cos everyday you need a new one



Just like Mr Benn, just like Mr Benn



Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard

We pass light bits in the night

Though you send your flare to the horizon

I just stare and blink in your light

I don't speak in all your tongues

So I don't even know if I'll be welcome

But what if I appeared as if by magic?

Just like in Mr Benn



So go if you're going

You keep pouring when I say when

Come home when your

Work there is done

Just like Mr Benn



Put your sweet fingers

A little closer to the keyboard

It's hard to read between your lines

We were the clock hands at midnight