When you sleep
Where do your fingers go
What do your fingers know
What do your fingers show
Where do your fingers go
Yeah

When you sleep do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
Do they clinch like claws against your own skin
When you're living your day all over again

When you sleep
Where do your fingers go
What do your fingers know
What do your fingers show
Where do your fingers go
Yeah

Do they play guitar in a latin bar
Are they strangers or lovers
Do they drive your car
Are they swimming submissively sex acts of light
Or just cutting through jello with a very sharp knife

Now zeus was a womanizer
Always on the make
But hera usually punished her
That zeus was one to take

When you sleep
Where do your fingers go

Are they pulling out weeds from the dusty soil
But then never rewarded with the fruits of their toil
Are they scratching their nails on the chalkboard of death
Only seeking attention when everyone in the room has left

Where do your fingers go
What do your fingers know
What do your fingers show
Where do your fingers go

Yeah
When you sleep do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head