Luyện nghe bài hát Touch You

You turn your head, I on you
my skin, inside my bones
You guide my hand, can I do but touch you

You lift your head, I on you
The you move the less I know
You my hand, what can I do but touch you

arms, breathing, passion, fever
The of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning,
A gift from the who shone in the dark

Temper, promises, jealousy,
The of joy
Pressure, aching, repeating,
A gift from the who shone in the dark

The body extends a thought
Like something you remember
Your is made of light
With your face shining fate
Becoming I can keep

arms, breathing, passion, fever
The of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning,
A from the woman who shone in the dark

You turn your head, I on you
Beneath my skin, inside my
You guide my hand, what can I do but you

I lie here making a out of desire
You hear me far away but
My voice not touch you
I throw out a net, waiting to you in
So I can keep you a photograph

You your head, I rest on you
my skin, inside my bones
You my hand, what can I do but touch you

You raise your head, I on you
The more you move the less I
You guide my hand, can I do but touch you

With hands, I die, you die,
is he, where am I,
Without I am dead,
and dead
In the pitch dark
shot at him

Heavy arms, breathing, passion,
The of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning,
A gift from the woman who shone in the

Temper, promises, jealousy,
The of joy
Pressure, aching, repeating,
A gift from the who shone in the dark

You your head, I rest on you
Beneath my skin, my bones
You guide my hand, what can I do but you

memory is made up of light
It takes up and shines out
Like a photograph of
Like the light of my own body in the
Like something you almost

You turn your head, I on you
Beneath my skin, my bones
You my hand, what can I do but touch you

You your head, I press on you
The more you the less I know
You guide my hand, can I do but touch you