In front of a newborn moon
Pushing up its glistening dome
I kiss these departing companion
Take the next step alone
I just said goodnight to the closest thing I have to home
Oh, and the night grows sharp and hollow
As a junkie's craving vein
And I don't feel your touch, again

To be held in the heart of a friend is to be a king
But, the magic of a lover's touch is what makes my spirit sing
When you're caught up in this longing
All the beauties of the Earth don't mean a thing
Oh, and the night grows clear and empty
As a lake of acid rain
And I don't feel your touch, again

The last light of day crept away like a drunkard after gin
A hint of chanted prayer now whispers from the fresh night wind
To this shattered heart and soul held together by habit and skin
And this half-gnawed bone of apprehension
Buried in my brain
As I don't feel your touch, again

Writer : BRUCE COCKBURN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group