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.
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BRUCE COCKBURN lyrics