Velvet Gloves & Spit Timber Timbre

I could not release the inspiration till you asked me to
Came at your body relentlessly throughout the year
Or too far away to nearly show this honeymoon
I was a stranger too familiar and not enough

But I once saw the touch of your velvet hand upon my face
I recall velvet gloves and spit and your embrace
And I wanted nothing else

The haunted hotel room, the two-bit manchild
I could not simply fall asleep next to you every night
Our castle in the sand, built too high too soon
And under waving palms and waving sails and waves
Goodbye

But I once saw the touch of your velvet hand upon my face
I recall velvet gloves and spit and your embrace
Oh, I once saw the touch of your velvet hand upon my face
And I recall velvet gloves and spit and your embrace
And I wanted nothing else