I want to know the meaning of touch if i touch you, you don't say so.... why do you hold back so much
of what you feel where there is such possbility for where we might go? Why do you hold back so much
when our hands and thoughts match as do our songs and their echo I want to know the meaning of touch,
want to slide off your shirt and caution and look at you beside the window why do you hold back so much?
Tonight I am tired of the watch, wary and distant, lying low-- want to know the meaning of touch...
Let me caress your wounds -- wound me if you must burn me to ashes; melt me like glass--
oh I want to know the meaning of touch Why must you hold back so much?