(Image: detail of Cistine Chapel ceiling by Michelangelo - public domain)
"...my comfort comes from simple contact..."
stream a pre-release version on SoundCloud:
Lyrics:
Touched
When it all becomes too much
When all the time is putting out fires and such
My comfort comes from simple contact
There isn't much to explain about that
I need your touch
It means so much
The endorphins, the pheromones
The violins, the saxophones
It's all the things I never need...
but now...
I need your touch
It means so much
When things are getting tough
Touching you can be enough
I need your touch
I need your touch
I need your touch
I need your touch
About the song:
The musical part of this one came out of noodling around with odd time signatures, but the lyric came from somewhere else. I think there are a lot of folks out there who would like to express this sentiment to their significant others... Sometimes solutions are pretty straightforward.