كلمات Just Like Mr Benn

Put your sweet fingers A little closer to the keyboard It's hard to read between your lines We were the clock hands at midnight Now you're four whole hours behind Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard I can't quite see the whites of your eyes Though you bat your eyelids from across the ocean And I fall over in their breeze I don't bring you spices from the East I don't bring you the world's you crave 'Cos everyday you need a new one Just like Mr Benn, just like Mr Benn Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard We pass light bits in the night Though you send your flare to the horizon I just stare and blink in your light I don't speak in all your tongues So I don't even know if I'll be welcome But what if I appeared as if by magic? Just like in Mr Benn So go if you're going You keep pouring when I say when Come home when your Work there is done Just like Mr Benn Put your sweet fingers A little closer to the keyboard It's hard to read between your lines We were the clock hands at midnight Now you're four whole hours behind