in front of a newborn moon pushing up its glistening dome i kiss these departing companionstake the next step alone i just said goodnight to the closest thing i have to home ohand the night grows sharp and hollow as a junkie s craving vein and i don t feel your touch again to be held in the heart of a friend is to be a king but the magic of a lover s touch is what makes my spirit sing when you re caught up in this longing all the beauties of the earth don t mean a thing ohand the night grows clear and empty as a lake of acid rain and i don t feel your touch again the last light of day crept away like a drunkard after gin a hint of chanted prayer now whispers from the fresh night wind to this shattered heart and soul held together by habit and skin and to this half gnawed bone of apprehension buried in my brain as i don t feel your touch again as i don t feel your touch again