[Intro spoken creepy] "In a land of eerie dreams and fears, Where the past whispers through the years, A figure lingers, strange yet sweet, With fingers long and voice discreet." [Verse 1] In a desolate house where shadows creep, Lives a figure in silence, dark and deep, With eyes so wide and fingers so long, He hums to himself a haunting song. [Pre-Chorus] Rusty spoons, they bring him cheer, In his world, there's nothing to fear, Strange yet tender, a mind so keen, In the twisted realm where he’s the king. [Chorus] Salad Fingers, in your lonely land, Touching textures with your rusty hand, In the dark, where dreams have died, You find solace in the quiet, by your side. [Instrumental Violin] [Verse 2] Memories of Hubert Cumberdale, Marjory Stewart-Baxter’s tale, All alone with friends imagined true, In a place where time stands still for you. [Pre-Chorus] Rusty spoons, they bring him cheer, In his world, there's nothing to fear, Strange yet tender, a mind so keen, In the twisted realm where he’s the king. [Chorus] Salad Fingers, in your lonely land, Touching textures with your rusty hand, In the dark, where dreams have died, You find solace in the quiet, by your side. [Bridge Instrumental] [Bridge; continued] The radio crackles a distant song, A longing for where he might belong, But in this place, where silence [Outro] Salad Fingers, whispers in the night, In your mind, everything’s alright, Though the world outside may seem unkind, In your shadows, peace you'll find. [Final Chorus] Salad Fingers, in your lonely land, Touching textures with your rusty hand, In the dark, where dreams have died, You find solace in the quiet, by your side. everything’s alright, Though the world outside may seem unkind, In your shadows, peace you'll find. [Final Chorus] Salad Fingers, in your lonely land, Touching textures with your rusty hand, In the dark, where dreams have died, You find solace in the quiet, by your side.
