Oliver Jenny Follow

Who gave you fingers?
Who gave you to me?

And why do we always dream of disaster
When we pay our dues to disaster with some loyalty?
And when its work is done and we ought to just pick up and run
We sleep in the place we have slept for so long

So long, for so long
So long in the place we should run from

And when I, when I have forgotten
When I have forgotten the act to stand and sing
I will raise up, raise one finger
One finger of the truth that wears no ring

And when it's work is done
And the stitch of my smile has come undone
I'll tell you why I wore it for so long

For so long
So long in the place we should run from
So long for so long
So long in the place we should run from

And I wasn't so drunk that I didn't hear you dreaming
All seized up and wretched and baying blue hell
At the ceiling of the room
Well, it's dying to leave, alright

Duty, who's your master?
Who gave you fingers?
Who gave you to me?

And why are we always dreaming of disaster
When we live our lives so careless and so comfortably?
O but underneath this song, I can hear another song
It tells me I'm not wrong to stay so long

(So long)
For so long
So long in the place we should run from
So long in the place we should run from
So long in the place we should run from

And I wasn't so drunk that I didn't hear you dreaming