touch me

Lea Michele

Where I go, when I go there,
No more memory anymore
Only men on distant ships,
The women with them,
Swimming with them, to shore...

Where I go, when I go there,
No more whispering anymore
Only hymns upon your lips;
A mystic wisdom,
Rising with them, to shore...

Touch me, just like that.
And that oh, yeah
Now, that's heaven.
Now, that I like.
God, that's so nice.
Now lower down,
Where the figs lie...