| 歌曲 | Fingers Of Love |
| 歌手 | Crowded House |
| 专辑 | The Very Very Best Of Crowded House |
| 作曲 : Finn | |
| 作词 : Finn | |
| Can you imagine that | |
| An itch too sensitive to scratch | |
| The light that falls through the cracks | |
| An insect too delicate to catch | |
| I hear the endless murmur | |
| Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze | |
| And the sound that comes to carry me | |
| Across the land and over the sea | |
| CHORUS | |
| And I can't look up | |
| Fingers of love move down | |
| And I can't look back | |
| Fingers of love move down | |
| Colour is its own reward | |
| Colour is its own reward | |
| The chiming of a perfect chord | |
| Let's go jumping overboard | |
| Into waves of joy and clarity | |
| Your hands come out to rescue me | |
| And I'm playing in the shallow water | |
| Laughing while the mad dog sleeps | |
| And I can't look up | |
| Fingers of love move down | |
| And I won't be hit | |
| Fingers of love move everywhere | |
| There is time yet | |
| Fall by the way | |
| From the cradle to the grave | |
| From a palace to the gutter | |
| Beneath the dying waves of the sun | |
| Lie fingers of love | |
| Through waves of joy and clarity | |
| A fallen angel walked on the sea | |
| And I'm playing in the shallow water | |
| Laughing while the mad dog sleeps | |
| And I can't look up | |
| Fingers of love move down | |
| And I won't be hit | |
| Fingers of love move everywhere | |
| There is time yet | |
| For you to find me | |
| And all I want | |
| Fingers of love move down |
| zuò qǔ : Finn | |
| zuò cí : Finn | |
| Can you imagine that | |
| An itch too sensitive to scratch | |
| The light that falls through the cracks | |
| An insect too delicate to catch | |
| I hear the endless murmur | |
| Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze | |
| And the sound that comes to carry me | |
| Across the land and over the sea | |
| CHORUS | |
| And I can' t look up | |
| Fingers of love move down | |
| And I can' t look back | |
| Fingers of love move down | |
| Colour is its own reward | |
| Colour is its own reward | |
| The chiming of a perfect chord | |
| Let' s go jumping overboard | |
| Into waves of joy and clarity | |
| Your hands come out to rescue me | |
| And I' m playing in the shallow water | |
| Laughing while the mad dog sleeps | |
| And I can' t look up | |
| Fingers of love move down | |
| And I won' t be hit | |
| Fingers of love move everywhere | |
| There is time yet | |
| Fall by the way | |
| From the cradle to the grave | |
| From a palace to the gutter | |
| Beneath the dying waves of the sun | |
| Lie fingers of love | |
| Through waves of joy and clarity | |
| A fallen angel walked on the sea | |
| And I' m playing in the shallow water | |
| Laughing while the mad dog sleeps | |
| And I can' t look up | |
| Fingers of love move down | |
| And I won' t be hit | |
| Fingers of love move everywhere | |
| There is time yet | |
| For you to find me | |
| And all I want | |
| Fingers of love move down |