| Your fingertips...your fingertips | |
| Sometimes I feel it burning | |
| That deep and primal yearning | |
| I feel it burn, burn, burning | |
| I try live without it | |
| But then I think about | |
| Those fingertips, those fingertips, those fingertips | |
| Chorus: | |
| Anyone will do, anyone will do | |
| Could be you | |
| It's in the way they move and | |
| They catch that simple groove and | |
| They tell a story all their own about the human | |
| heart alone | |
| I try to get a grip but I find I always slip on fingertips | |
| Those fingertips, those fingertips | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus | |
| Sometimes I get so lonely | |
| The time it passes slowly, so so so slowly | |
| I know I'm just a fool | |
| 'Cause they're writing all the rules | |
| Those fingertips, those fingertips, those fingertips | |
| Chorus | |
| Whoever, whoever you are | |
| I got my light on | |
| Whenever, whenever you can | |
| I'll be there I swear | |
| I swear... | |
| Let it be me | |
| Let me be your love |