Forgotten touch
One day I hope to feel love and warm embrace.
To hold you close as your hand brushes my face.
The lack of love and touch.
Once I grasp it, I'll hold it with a clutch.
I had it once, but now is foreign.
I still have a heart, it's cold and dormant.
Someone wake me up, remind me how love is soaring
To hold you close as your hand brushes my face.
The lack of love and touch.
Once I grasp it, I'll hold it with a clutch.
I had it once, but now is foreign.
I still have a heart, it's cold and dormant.
Someone wake me up, remind me how love is soaring