Your touch — takes the sting of life away. Your touch — adds color to the grey. Your touch — makes tomorrow signal bright. Your touch — takes the sad past out of sight. Your touch — makes ancient drums sing to me. Your touch — sets me free, sets me free. So touch me — like it’s a life or death thing. Touch me — let the beauty of life sing. Touch me — until the silence breaks. Touch me — until the rhythm aches. Touch me — where the stars forget their names. Touch me — where the fire becomes flame. Touch me — and I’ll remember who I am. Touch me — and I’ll dance again.
