what would you little maniacs like to do first?
watching through my fingers
watching through my fingers
shut my eyes and count to ten
it goes in one ear out the other
burning bright right till the end
now you'll be missing from the photographs
missing from the photographs
watching through my fingers
watching through my fingers
in my thoughts you're far away
and you are whistling a melody
crystallizing clear as day
oh i can picture you so easily
what's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?
what's gonna be left of the world
every minute and every hour
every stumble and each misfire
watching through my fingers
watching through my fingers
caught off guard by your favorite song
oh i'll be dancing at a funeral
sleeping in the clothes you love
it's such a shame we had to see them burn
shame we had to see them burn
what's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?
what's gonna be left of the world
every minute and every hour
every stumble and each misfire
you might have to excuse me
i've lost control of all my senses
and you might have to excuse me
i've lost control of all my words
every minute and every hour
every stumble and each misfire
watching through my fingers
watching through my fingers
cause every minute and every hour