Human Contact

On monday night I escaped my cell A peculiar hell I had built myself I stumbled out into the high street rush All I'm craving is a human touch Cos I've been trying to get my head screwed tight Away from people, away from life I don't know what kind of world I'm from But it's not this one, no it's not this one All I need's a little Human contact Well I see flesh reacting, I hear skin and bone I see bodies and bodies and fingers on phones Digits digitising singing knuckles on ass I feel like I look out at the world like through glass Until one day our eyes meet and combine Two bodies, two hosts gracelessly intertwine There's something so strange about feeling alive There's somebody home and they're deathly deprived of Human contact I see a hand reach out I see a leg reach out I see a limb reach out But I know it's nothing to die for Give me your hand reach out Give me your hand reach out Give me your hand reach out Won't you give me something to die for Something to feel alive