Nothing Touches Your Touch

Nothing touches your touch or your lust. The cusp of a kiss, the press of your lips Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds. Into an alchemy of silver and gold Into a fire, a nectar, a honeydew Nothing touches your touch. I'm nearly ready to explode. Like a honeybee in a foxglove Going blind so tenderly, lethargically sleepy. Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds. Into an alchemy of silver and gold Into a fire, a nectar of honeydew Into a wave of dreams, a harbour in a storm Nothing touches your touch. The world collides inside a web of lilac stars. And patterns that never fade Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds. As your touch keeps out the cold. It's an alchemy of silver and gold. It's an alchemy of silver and gold. Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds. It's an alchemy of silver and gold. Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds. It's an alchemy of silver and gold. Darling, your touch keeps out the cold. Darling, your love is a wave, a kaleidoscope of dilemmas and hope. And I am a boat, sailing one side of a reedbed, rowing to and from the moon's dark side. Nearly motionless, nearly breathless, wanting you, your love. Skin to skin, Oh, what a halleluiah unfolds. It's an alchemy of silver and gold. It's an alchemy of silver and gold with just one touch from you. Nightfall or morning, you open my eyes.