This little finger went off for a drive He went through the tunnel of death And came back from after life This little finger was never really the same again But he still had a nice life 'Cause he never told what he saw But still he went on turning knobs and pushing buttons But still he went on turning knobs with his thumb Enveloppe, overview Attack may be gradual Or anything in between Likewise when a sound ends It dies away completely The final drop in brightness We call it its release