The last time that I saw them I gave you my fingerprints They were running through your hair You held one between your lips And brought another there I haven't seen them since No matter who or what I touch I leave no evidence Left them all over you

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well

Through my head, All the life running through her hair, Dreams are made winding through my head, The piercing radiant moon, The storming of poor June, Approaching guiding light, Our shallow years in fright, Before you know, Awake, Your lives are open