Touch Me - Duncan Sheik, Kathryn Gallagher

Melchior:

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…

Moritz:

Where I go, when I go there,

No more whispering anymore —

Only hymns upon your lips;

A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore…

Ernst:

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…

Moritz: (Spoken)

Still, you must admit, with the two anatomies, it truly is daunting.

I mean how everything might.

Melchior: (Spoken)

Measure up?

Moritz: (Spoken)

Not that I’m saying I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t want to not… would ever not want

to…

Melchior: (Spoken)

Moritz?

Moritz: (Spoken)

I have to go.

Melchior: (Spoken)

Moritz, wait.

Otto:

Where I go when I go there,

No more shadows anymore —

Only men with golden fins;

The rythm in them, rocking with them, to shore…

Georg:

Where I go when I go there,

no more weeping anymore.

Only in and out your lips;

the broken wishes, washing with them, to shore.

All:

Touch me — all silent.

Tell me — please — all is forgiven.

Consume my wine.

Consume my mind.

I’ll tell you how, how the winds sigh…

Touch me — just try it.

Now there — that’s it — God — that’s heaven.

Touch me.

I’ll love your light.

I’ll love you right…

We’ll wander down, where the sins lie…

Touch me — just like that.

Now lower down, where the sins lie…

Love me — just for bit…

We’ll wander down, where the winds sigh…

Where the winds sigh…

Where the winds sigh…