Put your sweet fingers   A little closer to the keyboard   It's hard to read between your lines   We were the clock hands at midnight   Now you're four whole hours behind   Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard   I can't quite see the whites of your eyes   Though you bat your eyelids from across the ocean   And I fall over in their breeze   I don't bring you spices from the East   I don't bring you the world's you crave   'Cos everyday you need a new one      Just like Mr Benn, just like Mr Benn      Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard   We pass light bits in the night   Though you send your flare to the horizon   I just stare and blink in your light   I don't speak in all your tongues   So I don't even know if I'll be welcome   But what if I appeared as if by magic?   Just like in Mr Benn      So go if you're going   You keep pouring when I say when   Come home when your   Work there is done   Just like Mr Benn      Put your sweet fingers   A little closer to the keyboard   It's hard to read between your lines   We were the clock hands at midnight   Now you're four whole hours behind