Can you imagine that
An itch too sensitive to scratch
The light that falls through the cracks
An insect too delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmur
Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
And the sound that comes to carry me
Across the land and over the sea
CHORUS
And I can’t look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can’t look back
Fingers of love move down
Colour is its own reward
Colour is its own reward
The chiming of a perfect chord
Let’s go jumping overboard
Into waves of joy and clarity
Your hands come out to rescue me
And I’m playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
And I can’t look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won’t be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet
Fall by the way
From the cradle to the grave
From a palace to the gutter
Beneath the dying waves of the sun
Lie fingers of love
Through waves of joy and clarity
A fallen angel walked on the sea
And I’m playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
And I can’t look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won’t be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet
For you to find me
And all I want
Fingers of love move down
Transports me back to the mid 90's when I was really into this album and in a great relationship with someone who I unfathomably broke up with. A great time filled with a tinge of regret.
U had to be in the UK in the 90s to get it it was a moment in time but that said crowded house are top draw but wasnent for the masses in the 90s noel and niel both respect each other you know and both were heavily influenced by the Beatles
"Can you imagine that
A itch too sensitive to scratch
The light that falls through the cracks
An insect to delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmur
Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
And the sound that comes to carry me
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back
Fingers of love move down"
Tragic, to think that while Oasis, a fourth rate tribute act, were being grossly over indulged in the music media, Crowded house produced 2 back to back albums as good as The Beatles , to only moderate acclaim. All life is absurd...
This is what music perfection sounds like.
Poetry.
Harmony.
Instrumentally gifted.
And when it stays with you forever and haunts your memories that's when you really understand how special this is ~
"Through waves of joy and clarity a fallen angel walked on the sea, and I'm playing in the shallow water laughing while the mad dog sleeps." Now THAT is poetry! These lyrics grant permission for people with mental illness to love, and to appreciate the extremes of human emotional experience.