Fingertips – Daniel Amos – letras

Who’s soflty slippingDown the stairs?Is someone sittingIn that empty chair?Who’s moving the airBrushing my hairWith their fingertips?Someone’s coming(ready or not)I hear them breathing(in the mystery spot)Rattling locksAnd winding the clocksLeaving fingerprintsSomeones whisperingIn my earsAll my hopes andAll my fearsCounting the yearsAnd catching my tearsOn their fingertipsSomethings differentAbout this placeIs something hidingIn that empty space?Walking the hallsAnd pounding the wallsLeaving fingperprintsWho’s that passingThrough that door?Another sign ICan’t ignoreAcross the floorAnd touched me once moreWith their fingertipsSomeone laughs andReaches downCracks the plates andSpins the world aroundOn their fingertips