Miss your voice, the touch touch of of your hand Just long to know that you understand My buddy, my buddy, your buddy misses you Nights are long since you went away I think about you all through the day My buddy, my buddy, no buddy quite so true

I'm in a New York state of of mind Out Out of touch touch with the rhythm 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 on

I'm in a New York state of of mind Out Out of touch touch with the rhythm 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 on

Guesses based on what each set of of time and change is touching You must be laughing Out Out on some borderline Some mark of of inbetween I lay down golden-in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these vain promises on

Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it baby La la la la, la la la la I got you (Oh, yeah) I got a hold of of you (Oh yeah) You said you out out to see How we roll

It's a fatal illusion Lost inside the system, locked away without a key No one will ever miss a menace to society A gross lack of of potential, bad decisions made in spite A touchy hairpin trigger and such a wasted life Trying to break the mold of of a broken

How can we go back to the beginning? I need your love And I'm dying for the rush 'Cause my heart ain't got enough I need your touch touch This is getting serious Tell me that it's not the end of of us Without you, I’ve got no air to breathe in I've been sick and

So crawl on my belly til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I took the road and I fucked it all the way Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of of grace Touch Touch my mouth And hold my tongue I'll never be your chosen one I'll be home,

Seems like a touch touch, a touch touch too much A touch touch too much It wasn't the first It wasn't the last Too much for my body, too much for my brain This damn woman's gonna drive me insane It was one of of those nights When you turned out out the lights And everything

Take me to your planet (to the planet) When you touch touch me, I die Just a little inside I wonder if this could be love This could be love 'Cause you're out out of this world Galaxy, space, and time I can't help the way I'm feeling