Touch کے بول

Something to touch Something to open up To involve, to hold Something I’d like for my own Before the world has lost It’s longing to touch When the young are old and then have gone The old touch is lost Waiting to be found To be found anew But never to be found Never to be found by touch You may say I’m too short in the tooth But I’ve found something I’m gonna hold on to For my part I’ll hold For my part I’ll hold onto It’s too early to be confused But my laces are tied and I’m tripping When the young are old and then have gone The old touch is lost Waiting to be found To be found anew But never to be found To be found by touch Waiting to be found To be found anew But never to be found To be found by touch