When you sleep
Where do your fingers go?
What do your fingers know?
What do your fingers show?
Where do your fingers go?
When you sleep
Do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
Do they clench like claws against your own skin
When you're living your day all over again
When you sleep (when you sleep)
Where do your fingers go? (when you sleep)
What do your fingers know? (when you sleep)
What do your fingers show? (when you sleep)
Where do your fingers go, yeah? (when you sleep)
Do they play guitar in a Latin bar
Are they strangers or lovers
Do they drive your car
Are they swimming submissively
Sex acts of life
Or just cutting through jello with a very sharp knife
Now Zeus was a womanizer
Always on the make
But Hera usually punished her that Zeus was one to take
When you sleep
Where do your fingers go?
Are they pulling out weeds from the dusty soil
But then never rewarded with the fruits of their toil
Are they scratching their nails on the chalkboards of death
Only seeking attention when everyone in the room has left
(When you sleep) where do your fingers go?
(When you sleep) what do your fingers know?
(When you sleep) what do your fingers show?
(When you sleep) where do your fingers go?
(When you sleep)
When you sleep
Do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
Where do your fingers go?
What do your fingers know?
What do your fingers show?
Where do your fingers go?
When you sleep
Do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
Do they clench like claws against your own skin
When you're living your day all over again
When you sleep (when you sleep)
Where do your fingers go? (when you sleep)
What do your fingers know? (when you sleep)
What do your fingers show? (when you sleep)
Where do your fingers go, yeah? (when you sleep)
Do they play guitar in a Latin bar
Are they strangers or lovers
Do they drive your car
Are they swimming submissively
Sex acts of life
Or just cutting through jello with a very sharp knife
Now Zeus was a womanizer
Always on the make
But Hera usually punished her that Zeus was one to take
When you sleep
Where do your fingers go?
Are they pulling out weeds from the dusty soil
But then never rewarded with the fruits of their toil
Are they scratching their nails on the chalkboards of death
Only seeking attention when everyone in the room has left
(When you sleep) where do your fingers go?
(When you sleep) what do your fingers know?
(When you sleep) what do your fingers show?
(When you sleep) where do your fingers go?
(When you sleep)
When you sleep
Do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
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or do you fold them neatly by your head
do they clench like claws against your own skin
when you're living your day all over again"? what's your real personality... not your words, not even your actions. just something much more subtle like your fingers while asleep. whenever someone wakes up he/she's in a most natural position. you can control the position you fall asleep but cannot control your posture when you wake up. so you're forced to witness your real self. i think the end part is the most revealing: "when you sleep
do they tremble on the edge of the bed
or do you fold them neatly by your head"? are you scared to go to sleep or are you confident that you know who you really are. in other words do you know what your fingers are doing while your asleep??
they just screw around half the time to see if that person would believe it?
I just love the song for the musical quality and the metaphors. I care less about the fact that it may relate to masturbation.
My favorite two metaphors are: pulling weeds from dusty soil and scratching nails on the chalkboard. I have to admit, however, that I misunderstood the chalkboard lyric. My misinterpretation of it made a lot more sense to me! I thought it said "are they scratching their nails on the chalkboards of DEAF." That lyric made more sense to me from a "futility" standpoint because the following phrase about "seeking attention when everyone in the room has left" suggested futility and desperation.
God Bless Victor Damiani :D