Your finger must be this long

    Really a FOG in Victoria song.
    Copyright Keith Piddington,
    Robert Von Rudloff, Malcolm Dew-Jones.


Your finger must be this long to touch my soul you mustn't let your fingernail scratch a hole and i don't want you to itch that itch at the back of my psyche, it will make me twitch Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome Fate Come in come in, come in come in, you needn't wait take a seat, any seat, sit anywhere Please forgive me, forgive me, I did not prepare and who the heck is that, knocking at the door I've one guest now too many, I don't need more it's the ghost of business past, the ghost of business past two guests uninvited, I hope he is the last but no, I see a crowd of people there outside I think they've seen me too, and it's too late to hide Your finger must be this long to touch my soul you mustn't let your fingernail scratch a hole and i don't want you to itch that itch at the back of my psyche, it will make me twitch they all mill about the party has begun I'm not sure that anyone is really having fun I don't want to be here, I'd really rather hide maybe in the back yard, hang around outside listen to the trees talk, or maybe that's the elves how are we to know, we hardly know ourselves Your finger must be this long to touch my soul you mustn't let your fingernail scratch a hole and i don't want you to itch that itch at the back of my psyche, it will make me twitch so Welcome, welcome, welcome Fate and you, ghost of business past, though i'd rather wait have a seat, any seat, sit anywhere I'd don't even mind if you use my chair but remember Your finger must be this long