Making Love

To be lonely is my only trust in my silent movies I can expose my lust
Taking snapshots in the light that I do recall when I retire
Playing with my fantasies, I let the curtain fall in my desire

Still I need that touch for real, to discover and to feel
You're the one that breaks my heart and it's tearing me apart

Making love to you baby, making love it's all I want
Making love to you baby, making love

Every subway, every crowded street
Feeding my emotions, we pass but never meet
My touch is two dimensional, I slowly close my eyes and think of you
More or less invisible still you're my point of view I can't get to you

Still I need that touch for real, to discover and to feel
You're the one that breaks my heart and it's tearing me apart

Making love to you baby, making love it's all I want
Making love to you baby, making love

Making love
(You're the one that breaks my heart)
Making love
(And it's tearing me apart)
Making love, to you baby
(You're the one that breaks my heart)
Making love, to you baby
(And it's tearing me apart)
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