I need your tender touch to heal me



To
love &
get away before
the walls have arisen
you've got to
be free

But
to go
on attempting to
break into the prison
you'd have to
be me

I
wait for
the sun to
rise over the mountain

I wait for your touch

I wait for the angels to carry me home

but I wait
too much

I
have no
problem telling the
dream from the dawn

My problem
is you

Waiting
here for
you
...

I
wanted
to live in
the realm of the senses

You've
got to know
how

And
for some
kinds of pleasure
there are no defenses
I know that
now

Our
love
is a crackling ladder
of lightning

Our
love is
a fire

Our
love is
a wave
moving deep in an ocean
of need &
desire

I
have no
problem with this
crooked world

I
play the cards
I drew

No problem
with the changes life
has hurled

My
problem
is you

I
need your
wonder &
I need your light
I need your tender touch
to heal the Night:
I need
your laughing
& I need
you free
& I need
to lock you away
Deep
inside of me:

I have no problem
telling right from wrong
the way
Some people do:
I know exactly
where these arms belong:
My problem is
YOU!

(It's OK
when I've got enough to do
but when the Machine
f*cks you
it's hard to get
through
...)
19 jan 2004 - bewerkt op 21 mei 2010 - meld ongepast verhaal
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