كلمات Making Love

To be lonely is my only trust In my silent movies I can expose my lust Taking snapshots in the light That I do recall when I retire Playing with my fantasies I let the curtain fall In my desire Still I need that touch for real To discover and to feel You're the one that breaks my heart And it's tearing me apart Making love to you, baby Making love it's all I want Making love to you, baby Making love Every subway-every crowded street Feeding my emotions We pass but never meet My touch is two dimensional I slowly close my eyes and think of you More or less invisible Still you're my point of view I can't get to you Still I need that touch for real To discover and to feel You're the one that breaks my heart And it's tearing me apart Making love to you, baby Making love it's all I want Making love to you, baby Making love You're the one that breaks my heart And it's tearing me apart