Maid Of Sker - Gene Loves Jezebel

We could walk for an hour or so

Until we touched upon the shore

We call our own

We had this vision of happiness

It can’t be found

Touch me, touch me

We have this love that others call ideal

I’m happy now

It could be poison, it could be sheer gold

I don’t know, not at all

Touch me, touch me

I can’t wait — oh oh

It could be poison, it could be sheer gold

I don’t know, not at all

Darling I can’t wait

Touch me, touch me