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