Wooden Fingers

Wooden fingers tapping on my bones
Wooden fingers sending me a code

Old voice coming from the earth
Up my spine and in my mind

Telling me to come back home
Telling me to come back where I belong now

Lights are bright and so hard to give up
City sleeps but it holds me close and tight now

Old voice calls
Old roots break through reluctant walls

Wooden fingers tapping on my bones
Feel the rhythm and break the code

Old voice coming from the earth
Leaves a doubt budding in my mind

Could this place keep the devils at bay?
Could this earth help my love grow straight and strong?

Yet clamour is beauty to me
The city’s spent but there’s still a spell in its song

Old voice calls
Old roots break through reluctant walls
Old voice calls
Old roots break through these stubborn streets of mine