Tips of My Fingers Desmond Dekker

I reach out my arms and I touch you (touch you)
With soft words I whisper your name (your name)
I held you right on the tips of my fingers
But, I let it slip right through my hands

My eyes had a vision of your sweet lips (sweet lips)
Yielding beneath my command (my command)
I had your love on the tips of my fingers
But I let it slip right through my hands

Ah, somebody took you when I wasn't looking
And I should have known, said I know, from the start
That it's a long, long way from the tips of my fingers
But I let it slip right through my hands

Yes, I had your love on the tips of my fingers
But I let you slip right through my hands