Baby, it's a fine line I'm holding on, you're holding back Can't you hear me knockin' at your door? But you're taking your sweet time In love, out of touch Baby, it's a real fine line Completely complacent So decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something

All these things into position All these things we'll one day swallow whole Fade out again Immerse your soul in love Rows of houses, all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me And fade out again and fade out This machine will, will

We're soul alone And soul really matters to me Shake it up is all that we know Using the bodies up as we go I'm waking up to a fantasy The slates all around aren't the colors we used to see Broken ice still melts in the sun And times that are broken can

Then you learn the lesson Handle with kid gloves Put on your kid gloves That it's cool to be so tough That it's tough to be so cool A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much

In the middle of the night You gotta come on, come on Say that we'll be together Come on, come on When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name I'm caught up in you Burning brighter than the sun

It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In

Laying in the light Put out the fire in your head And lay with me tonight You are not alone She sees him laying in the bed alone tonight The only thing a touching him is a crack of light Pieces of her hair are wrapped around and 'round his fingers He

Girl I wanna touch you while I kiss your lipstick Around the bend down the road, hop in out of the cold Itchin' to get my fix and kiss your lipstick On the road lotta miles just to feel your smile Nashville country nights, Detroit rock city lights

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood And if you really down we can find it (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?) Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Touch me, take me,