Fingers

Andre Gide once wrote a wicked tale
About a ship that was lost at sea
A girl was saved when the lifeboat took sail
Women and children in emergencies

And on each boat there was an axe
A terrible purpose that enthralled
Chop off the fingers of those in the sea
So they couldn't climb in and swamp them all

And oh, your fingers are in my thoughts, my mind
Chop off those emotions I refuse to feel
Put out mine eyes so I'll be blind
So I can't see you're drowning me