Touch Lyrics

Not his first
Glancing blow
Touch with a fist
All he knows
Visibly coiled
Moving too fast
Close to the boil
Speaking with hands
Voices raised, needs not met
Show me your self, not self defense
Voices raised makes no sense
In a language of touch
In a language of touch

Torn but not broken
Knows her place
A measure of pain
A covered face
Once like a game
She played along
Give no name
The charade goes on
Voices raised, needs not met
Show me your self, not self defense
Voices raised makes no sense
In a language of touch
In a language of touch

Why must a boy always shout to be heard?
In the roar of emotion where the lines get so blurred
Sometimes a touch tells a thousand words

His canvas her flesh
A bare wall to tag
A flicker of regret
Stamped out like his cigarette
Voices raised, needs not met
Show me your self, not self defense
Voices raised makes no sense
In a language of touch
In a language of touch

Hold without breaking
Weakness is strength
Heat without burning
Touch without haste

Hold without breaking
Weakness is strength
Heat without burning
Touch without haste

Reach without failing
Never too late