In front of a newborn moon pushing out it's glistening
Dome
I kiss these departing companions, take the next step

Alone
I've just said goodnight to the closest thing I have to
Home

Oh and the night grows sharp and hollow as a junkie's
Craving vain
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 lovers 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 to this half-gnawed bone of apprehension buried in my

Brain
As I don't feel your touch again