Butterfly Nostalgia: Fingerprints and Vinyl Dreams

Fingerprints and Vinyl Dreams

One little red mitten on the windowsill
Catches a flake of snow
And it’s so quite on this morning
All the schools are closed
Open a pouch of stray buttons
And a mouth organ sighs
For the littlest pieces that survive

Walk through the woods over to your house
On the edge of the city
Where we drink coco and watch the ice icicles
Drip like stalactites from the trees
While listening to old records
Drifting in vinyl dreams
In the littlest pieces and their themes

You make me want to grow old
You make me wish it was 1990
You make me want to grow old
You make me wish that we’d lived through the 60’s
Out of tune and offbeat
Babe, I feel so out of time

You pull out a hatbox from the closet
And lay it on the bed
You make little dolls to put in it
With rags and golden thread
Their eyes you make out of buttons
They only see the fingerprints
Of the littlest pieces of the testament

You make me want to grow old
You make me wish it was 1990
You make me want to grow old
You make me wish that we’d lived through the 60d’s
Fingerprints and vinyl dreams
Babe, I feel so out of time
Out of time…

One little oil lamp in a cold dark room
With a book by Hermann Hesse
Peppermint melting on your tongue
Got me hanging by a guess
And while the power was out
All the city could see the stars
All the littlest pieces of who we are