The Golden Palominos - Touch You

You turn your head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you You lift your head, I press on you The more you move the less I know You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you Heavy arms, breathing, passion, fever The burden of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, sweet A gift from the woman who shone in the dark Temper, promises, jealousy, tears The burden of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, sweet A gift from the woman who shone in the dark The body extends like a thought Like something you almost remember Your memory is made of light With your face shining like fate Becoming something I can keep Heavy arms, breathing, passion, fever The burden of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, sweet A gift from the woman who shone in the dark You turn your head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you I lie here making a weapon out of desire You hear me from far away but My voice does not touch you I throw out a net, waiting to gather you in So I can keep you like a photograph You turn your head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you You raise your head, I press on you The more you move the less I know You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you With warm hands, I die, you die, Where is he, where am I, Without laughter I am dead, Dead and dead In the pitch dark night Arrow shot at him Heavy arms, breathing, passion, fever The burden of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, sweet A gift from the woman who shone in the dark Temper, promises, jealousy, tears The burden of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, sweet A gift from the woman who shone in the dark You turn your head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you Your memory is made up of light It takes up residence and shines out Like a photograph of fire Like the light of my own body in the dark Like something you almost remember You turn your head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you You lift your head, I press on you The more you move the less I know You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you