Soft touch. So still. Embracing. The thrill~ Never sure. Impure. The contact we're craving. Gone, gone-gone in the night, just gone. Belief held tight, held too tight, tonight. Never ever once wavered, not wrong. A light, the light, on at night, not bright. Boldly learned which questions not to ask. Bury, bury the broken bond, they act fast. Such a shame, feeling shame, yeah, shame. They say she was, yeah, she was to blame. Scratching, holding on, keep it the same, As faith, as faith fell into the flame. The name was spoken, it was spoken. What they saw, yeah what they saw. (What they saw) Their words... words full of law-no law. To greet them, she tried to greet them, (But frozen in place) Dreadful contact face to face Face to face. (Face to face) Embracing. Never sure. (Sure) Impure. The contact we're craving. The contact we're craving. The contact we're craving. It's the, It's the, Contact we're craving. The contact we're craving.
