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In front of a newborn moon Pushing up its glistening dome I kiss these departing companion 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 |