Mr. Fingers

is there one sweet one that I must reach for, then I'm done? is perfection a place or just a glimpse at hard work's pace? is there one sweet one that I must reach for, then I'm done? is perfection a place or just a glimpse at hard work's pace? is there one sweet one that I must reach for, then I'm done? is perfection a place or just a glimpse at hard work's pace? is there one sweet one that I must reach for, then I'm done?

pop on some music trapped in its time mad-man muse brought tears to my face dressed in the form of classical rhyme like the dawn, electrical grace kicked back the fuse, then left like a mime man, your shoes are hard to replace topped off the brew that rushed like a tide here are days when friends pass away accept the news, the weather is mild when loud(?) used to love, cry and play blue from a bruise but able to smile hide your blues and sink in the waves

pop on some music trapped in its time mad-man muse brought tears to my face dressed in the form of classical rhyme like the dawn, electrical grace