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Touch You
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Rock
Touch You was released on October 11, 1994 by Ryko/Rhino as a part of the album Pure
album cover
AlbumPure
Release DateOctober 11, 1994
LabelRyko/Rhino
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

Lyrics

You turn your head
I rest on you
Beneath my skin
Inside my bones
You guide my hand
What can I do but touch you?
You lift your head
I press on you
The more you move
The less I know
You guide my hand
What can I do but touch you?
Heavy arms breathing passion fever
The burden of joy
Flavor rhythm turning sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, tears
The burden of joy
Pressure aching repeating sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark
This body extends like a thought
Like something you almost remember
Your memory is made of light
With your face shining like fate
Becoming something I can keep
Heavy arms breathing passion fever
The burden of joy
Flavor rhythm turning sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark
You turn your head
I rest on you
Beneath my skin
Inside my bones
You guide my hand
What can I do but touch you?
I lie here making a weapon out of desire
You hear me from far away but my voice does not touch you
I throw out a net waiting to gather you in
So I can keep you like a photograph
You turn your head
I rest on you
Beneath my skin
Inside my bones
You guide my hand
What can I do but touch you?
You raise your head
I press on you
The more you move
The less I know
You guide my hand
What can I do but touch you?
With warm hands I die, you die
Where is he, where am I?
Without laughter I am dead, dead and dead
In the pitch black night
Arrows shot at him
Heavy arms breathing passion fever
The burden of joy
Flavor rhythm turning sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, tears
The burden of joy
Pressure aching repeating sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark
You turn your head
I rest on you
Beneath my skin
Inside my bones
You guide my hand
What can I do but touch you?
Your memory is made up of light
It takes up residence and shines out like a photograph of fire
Like the light of my own body in the dark
Like something you almost remember
You turn your head
I rest on you
Beneath my skin
Inside my bones
You guide my hand
What can I do but touch you?
You lift your head
I press on you
The more you move
The less I know
You guide my hand
What can I do but touch you?
Written by: Anton Fier, Lydia Kavanagh
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