In front of a newborn moon pushing up its glistening dome

I kiss these departing companions - take the next step alone

I just said goodnight to the closest thing i have to home

Oh - and the night grows sharp and hollow

As a junkie's craving vein

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 lover's 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 this half-gnawed bone of apprehension

Buried in my brain

As I don't feel your touch, again.