Testo di 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 face (repeat) Out amongst the music trapped in its time Mad men muse brought tears to my face Dressed in the form of classical rhyme Light the dawn, electrical graze Kick out the fuse that left like a mine Man your shoes are hard to replace Top off a brew that brushed like a tie Here are days when friends passed away Except the news the weather is mild Grandma used to love how you'd play Brewed from a bruise but angled we smile Bag your blues and slip in the way Out amongst the music trapped in its time Mad men muse brought tears to my face Dressed in the form of classical rhyme Light the dawning electrical graze