FINGERPRINTS [Intro — Close, almost spoken] You’ve got clay on your collar. How did that get there? [Verse 1] You called me clay like clay was sleeping Like nothing underneath could choose I leaned into the shape we’re keeping Then put my fingerprints on you Your sleeves rolled up, the window open A little rain across the floor You paused to see what you were making I reached for you and left one more [Pre-Chorus] Round and round— Keep the wheel turning Slow your hands— There’s something forming [Chorus] I put my fingerprints on you You leave your fingerprints on me A little change in every move A little give in what we’ll be Come closer, let the making answer Your collar tells on everything I put my fingerprints on you You touch the clay—the clay leans in [Verse 2] You soften underneath my palm I linger where the curve begins The pleasure slows my restless hand Your warmth beneath my fingers lingers My thumb comes back along the hollow You lean into its gentle weight I follow where the softness takes me And let the next clean edge give way [Pre-Chorus] Round and round— Look what we’re learning Slow your hands— The shape is turning [Chorus] I put my fingerprints on you You leave your fingerprints on me A little change in every move A little give in what we’ll be Come closer, let the making answer Your collar tells on everything I put my fingerprints on you You touch the clay—the clay leans in [Bridge — Drums thin; voices trade lines] Hold there— Right there— Let that little ridge remain Turn it— Feel it— We can find the curve again I lift my hands to see the whole You leave a thumbprint on my sleeve I reach to draw another curve And find you’ve softened something in me [Final Chorus — Open, warm, gathering] I put my fingerprints on you You leave your fingerprints on me We turn beneath the afternoon Still finding what the shape could be Come closer, let the making answer There’s room beneath the widening rim I put my fingerprints on you You touch the clay—the clay leans in [Outro — Smiling, almost whispered] Clay on your collar. Clay on your sleeve. One on your cheek— That one was me.
