The Residents
Fingertips
Something faintly emanating
Perfume and decay
Whispered lightly in the wind
That she had got away
Longing for the touch of something
Soft upon my face
I thought about her fingertips
And not her lack of grace
- Demons Dance Alone
- Commercial Album
- Eskimo
- Duck Stab
- Not Available
- The Third Reich 'n Roll
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