Ink-Stained Fingers

Video For: Ink-Stained Fingers Buzzed by a big hug, and laughter my hard drug, I dig through their words to find mine. The poets and singers, with ink-stained fingers, I listen to clear up my mind. Coffee rings on dog-eared pages, Tunes that echo through the ages. Every lyric, a lifeline thrown a voice I borrow when I can't find my own. Maybe I’m not meant to speak it all, just to feel it when…