Tekst
L.A. is hot as fuck and Manchester's about to freeze
You're on your way to the mail to get a letter from me
And as of our separation at the Ancienne Belgique
I rock you every night in a bed across the sea
Words are all we have for touch
They are our fingers and I love our words so much
Write your lips to kiss me now
And I can taste you as I read your words out loud
You rise and start your day with toast and black tea
While I'm in the still of night and pushing back sleep
And I ride the hands of the clock 'til they fall upon three
And drop me in your virtual garden for elevenses
Words are all we have for touch
They are our fingers and I love our words so much
And write your hands between my legs
And I can feel you as the words jump from the page
The sky is bruised, it's a lusty dusk
With lovers' rouge, wet with sap and musk
Under you, under dream spell dust
And it's true, and I know that I must
And with you, I immediately trust
And it's so, that I fell at first blush
(And it's snowing in Australia)
Just now, your letter came, and the pages did say
That you'll fly from your home to mine on January 8th
And just now, I find that I can just barely wait
And from now until that time, I'm counting down the days
Words are all we have for touch
They are our fingers and I love our words so much
And write yourself inside me now
And I can feel you as the words come pouring out
And words are all we have for touch
They are our fingers and I love our words so much
And write your dreams out line by line
And I will stitch them in this heart of mine
(It's me, I'm in Australia)
