歌曲名 Touch You

歌手名 The Golden Palominos 

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 dark night

Arrow 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