in front of a newborn moon pushing out its glistening dome
i kiss these departing companions, take the next step alone
i've just said goodnight to the closest thing I have to home
oh and the night grows sharp and hollow as a junkie's craving vain
and I don't feel your touch again
to be held in the heart of a friend is to be a king
but the magic of a lovers touch is what makes my spirit sing
when you're caught up in this longing all the beauties of the earth don't mean a thing
oh and the night grows clear and empty as a lake of acid rain
and I don't feel your touch again.
the last light of day crept away like a drunkard after gin
a hint of chanted prayer now whispers from the fresh night wind
to this shattered heart and soul, held together by habit and skin
and to this half-gnawed bone of apprehension buried in my brain
as I don't feel your touch again
i kiss these departing companions, take the next step alone
i've just said goodnight to the closest thing I have to home
oh and the night grows sharp and hollow as a junkie's craving vain
and I don't feel your touch again
to be held in the heart of a friend is to be a king
but the magic of a lovers touch is what makes my spirit sing
when you're caught up in this longing all the beauties of the earth don't mean a thing
oh and the night grows clear and empty as a lake of acid rain
and I don't feel your touch again.
the last light of day crept away like a drunkard after gin
a hint of chanted prayer now whispers from the fresh night wind
to this shattered heart and soul, held together by habit and skin
and to this half-gnawed bone of apprehension buried in my brain
as I don't feel your touch again