All words and fingers with hearts thrown in

I was watching through the window, you were going through the dances.	Nearby locations are also reporting rain	If a picture is worth a thousand words how many for a touch?	My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
give me one night to show the savage