[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
As I don't feel your touch, again
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
As I don't feel your touch, again
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