In front of a newborn moon pushing up its glistening dome.
   i kiss these departing companions -- take the next step alone.
   I just said goodnight to the closest thing i have to home
   oh -- and the night grows sharp and hollow
   as a junky'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.
   oh -- and 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.