Fingertips - Daniel Amos

Who’s softly slipping down the stairs?

Is someone sitting in that empty chair?

Who’s moving the air

And brushing my hair

With their fingertips?

Someone’s coming

(Ready or not)

I hear them breathing

(In the mystery spot)

Rattling locks

And winding the clocks

Leaving fingerprints

Someone’s whispering in my ears

All my hopes and all my fears

Counting the years

And catching my tears

On their fingertips

Something’s different

(About this place)

Is something hiding

(In that empty space?)

Walking the halls

And pounding the walls

Leaving fingerprints

Someone’s coming

(Ready or not)

I hear them breathing

(In the mystery spot)

Rattling locks

And winding the clocks

Leaving fingerprints

Leaving fingerprints

Who’s that passing through that door?

Another sign I can’t ignore

They crossed the floor

And touched me once more

With their fingertips

Something’s different

(About this place)

Is something hiding

(In that empty space?)

Walking the halls

And pounding the walls

Leaving fingerprints

(Leaving fingerprints)

Leaving fingerprints

(Leaving fingerprints)

Leaving fingerprints

(Leaving fingerprints)

Leaving fingerprints

(Leaving fingerprints)

Someone laughs and reaches down

Cracks the plates and spins the world around

On their fingertips