Bruce Cockburn - Dont feel your touch

^CIn front of a ^Csus4newborn moon ^Fpushing up its glistening d^Gome^{C Csus4 C Csus4 C}I kiss these de^Csus4parting comp^Fanions - take the next step a^Glon^Ce ^{Csus4 C Am}I just said goodnight to the closest thing i have to h^Gome Oh - and the ^Fnight grows sharp and h^Gollow As a jun^Fkie's craving v^Gein And I ^Fdon'^Gt f^Ameel y^Emour ^Ftouch, a^Ggain.^{C Csus4 C Csus4}

^CTo be held in the ^Csus4heart of a f^Friend is to be a ^Gking^{C Csus4 C Csus4 C}But the magic of a^Csus4 lover's touch is w^Fhat makes my spirit ^Gsing^{C Csus4 C Am}When you're caught up in this longing all the beauties of the earth don't mean a th^Ging Oh - and the ^Fnight grows clear and e^Gmpty As a l^Fake of acid r^Gain And ^FI do^Gn't ^Amfeel ^Emyour ^Ftouch, a^Ggain.^{C Csus4 C Csus4}

^CThe last light of^Csus4 day crept away^F like a drunkard after ^Ggin ^{C Csus4 C Csus4 C}A hint of chanted ^Csus4prayer now whi^Fspers from the fresh night^G wi^Cnd ^{Csus4 C Am}To this shattered heart and soul held together by habit and s^Gkin And this half-gnawed^F bone of appreh^Gension Buri^Fed in my b^Grain As ^FI d^Gon't ^Amfeel ^Emyour t^Fouch, a^Ggain.^{C Csus4 C Csus4}