On monday night I escaped my cell
A peculiar hell I had built myself
I stumbled out into the high street rush
All I'm craving is a human touch
Cos I've been trying to get my head screwed tight
Away from people, away from life
I don't know what kind of world I'm from
But it's not this one, no it's not this one
All I need's a little
Human contact
Well I see flesh reacting, I hear skin and bone
I see bodies and bodies and fingers on phones
Digits digitising singing knuckles on ass
I feel like I look out at the world like through glass
Until one day our eyes meet and combine
Two bodies, two hosts gracelessly intertwine
There's something so strange about feeling alive
There's somebody home and they're deathly deprived of
Human contact
I see a hand reach out
I see a leg reach out
I see a limb reach out
But I know it's nothing to die for
Give me your hand reach out
Give me your hand reach out
Give me your hand reach out
Won't you give me something to die for
Something to feel alive
