Peter Hammill

Peter Hammill - Green Fingers lyrics

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So the bedroom playboy's never going to grow up.
	The heart is a secret garden
	to which there are no short cuts.

Only green young fingers make the garden bloom;
for the serious young man now is always too soon -
	The heart is a secret garden,
	the head is a darkened room.

Close your eyes...
how does it feel to be in love?
   ...Much too difficult, you shove
	green fingers into gloves.

Get those fingers dirty - now you're getting warm;
blood those hands with passion,
turn your face to the storm.
	The heart is a bed of roses,
	The heart is a bed of thorns.

Bleed, green finger, bleed.

Some future memory stirs...
someone's always getting burned
if intensity holds true.
If it's real to be in love
how does it feel to be in love?
   ...Green fingers stripped of gloves
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Publisher: Enigma Records (3)

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Released in: 1990

Language: English

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