Lyrics
Finga, when you're holding hands
Holding on to my
Finga, when you're holding hands
Holding on to my
Finga, when you're holding hands
Holding on to my
Finga, when you're holding hands
As you die your little death like an animal
In our own rooms we hold onto ourselves we're warm
Blooded and we inflict our own heaven we do
Guttural sounds, white lines surround our
Fingas, when you're holding hands
Holding on to my
Fingas, when you're holding hands
Fingas, when you're holding hands
Holding on to my
Fingas, when you're holding hands
Cradle a screen living machine my company
Shows me new things
The warm glow's lighting up my life!
As I watch other people, you're draining in, I want your skin, I want your
Fingas
I can feel you holding on to my
Fingas
I can feel you holding on to my
Fingas
I can feel you holding on to my
Fingas
I can feel you holding on to my
Fingas
I can feel you holding on to my
Fingas
I can feel you holding on
Oh oh oh, fingas
Oh oh oh, fingas
Oh oh oh, fingas
Oh oh oh
Fingas, when you're holding hands
Holding on to my
Fingas, when you're holding hands
Holding on to my
Fingas
When you're holding hands
Fingas, fingas, fingas, fingas, fingas!
When you're holding hands, holding onto my
Fingas
When you're holding hands, holding onto my
Fingas
When you're holding hands
Fingas, fingas, fingas, fingas!
Written by: Paige Kennedy
