(Peter Gabriel)

The time I like is the rush hour, 'cos I like the rush

The pushing of the people, I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion, do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch


I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark

There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch


Only, only
Wanting contact
Only, only

I'm wanting contact
Only, only
I'm wanting contact with you

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Shake hands, shake hands.

Any social occasion, hello, how do you do

All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch


Only, only
Wanting contact

Only, only
I'm wanting contact
Only, only

I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands


Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, the tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs

Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back, but nothing seems to please

I need contact

I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact

Tac-tacatac, tac-tacatac
I need contact
Nothing seems to please

I need contact
Tac-tacatac, tac-tacatac
I need contact

Ah, Tac-tacatac
I need contact
Nothing seems to please

I need contact
I need contact.