I Can't Touch You

You're fine polished silver You're aging ruby wine I learned of the good life I can't touch you You're a bow on the heartstrings You're a crystal clink of champagne I heard of the good life I can't touch you Heaven might have been mine for the taking Now what's taking me isn't taking its time You were fading in sunset Through to indigo and I knew A touch of the good life But I can't touch you