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