Touch

I'm tragically opposed to a truce with you
I'm passive in repose, I'm not used to you
I've had it with terrible terrible waste
we broke it off in haste, how tragic

And I look for you on the road
and I look for you in the haze
and I look for you in time
and I search for you in space

Will magic mend our open wounds
we wreaked havoc on each others' hearts, how tragic
how tragic, I'm destined to love you
I manage to survive in the absence of you

And I look for you on the road
and I look for you in the haze
and I look for you in time
and I search for you in space

How tragic, how tragic
how tragic, it's all static
it's all traffic, it's all tragic
tragic'