I blow the dust from your lips and beg forgiveness But there's too much moonlight on your skin I rise and face the day Another weary sinner I can't feel your touch in the blaze of noon At night I haunt the boulevard To the songs of Sacha I need the touch of fingers on my skin Then the sunrise seeks you through a maze of dragons And drops its touch On the fir trees in the wind They say that ice will melt Marble can blind you Doesn't matter what you felt No-one can find you To remind you Cause you're a statue nothing can hurt you You've lost the touch Cause you're a statue nothing can hurt you You've lost the touch No-one can find you Or move you