Touch - Troye Sivan

Glow is low and it’s dimming

And the silence is ringing

I can almost feel your breath

I can almost feel the rest

Night is young and we’re living

Hands move, moving steady

The time’s moving slower

I can feel we’re getting closer, closer, yeah

Standing in the eye of the storm

My eyes start to roam to the curl of your lips

And the centre of eclipse

In total darkness I reach out and touch

My mind’s gone a-racing

On a horse that’s escaping

And I’m ready to jump, yeah, I’m ready to swim

Life is chances that are taken

But nothing’s ever broken

They’re just pieces on the ground

Your hands need to build them

My mind’s gone running

My hands cut loose

But there’s no need for answers

Just the things you gotta do