Testo Human Contact

On Monday night, I escape 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

Cause 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

Human contact
Human contact
Human contact
Human contact

Well I see flesh reacting
I hear skin & bones
I see bodies & bodies & fingers on phones
Digits digitizing singing
Knuckles on ass
I feel like I look out at the world like through glass
Untile 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
Human contact
Human contact
Human contact
Human contact
Human contact
Human contact
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, 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
Something to feel alive
Something to feel alive
Something to feel alive
Something to feel alive
Something to feel alive
Something to feel alive
Something to feel alive
Something to feel alive