If I know you're mine, a sign is not enough, It's not enough when silence echoes tough. The distance cannot hold me, a voice is not a plan, It's not enough to keep a moment in my hand. I need the touch, the move that makes it real, So it's not just the craving that we feel. I need the touch, a shoulder, being near, A sign is not enough, this smoke won't keep us warm, my dear. Maybe there are ruins still marking up the wall, And what is left of shelter is about to crash and fall. Maybe the voice is bouncing, reflecting through the night, And the card inside my hand is shaking in the light. It's not enough you feel it, you must hear the sound, Hear what the song is saying, what rules we have found. Not a promise, but an action, no burden and no art, It's not the end of what we were, or what tore us apart. I need the touch, the move that makes it real, So it's not just the craving that we feel. I need the touch, a shoulder, being near, A sign is not enough, this smoke won't keep us warm, my dear. I need the touch, the music and the rhyme, The "maybe" is too little, just shadows in our mind. I need the touch... a shoulder, being near... No more smoke. Just the touch.
