Fingers Lyrics

Never point unless it's your thumbs to your chest



It's a small frame but someone has to fill it

It's a small frame but someone has to fill it



Like adolescents showing their adulthood

While their friends sniff their fingers behind the bleachers

Anything, anything, for a round of applause

for a round of applause

for a round of applause

for a round of applause

for a round of applause

for a round of applause