Touch me with your love by Beth Orton

I dreamed of you last night,
You had a different face,
Or maybe just a haircut,
You were older and wiser,
Yet more like a child,
I was amazed to still find you,
There at the back of my mind,
This dream was short,
This dream was happy,
This dream was short,
This dream was happy.

Put your loving on a slow burner,
If you want to keep your loving warmer,
Put your loving on a slow simmer,
If it helps to keep a light from growing dimmer.

Hold on hold out,
You're still thrown against a wall,
Never looking to be picked up,
Or left alone to fall.

Can you touch me with your love,
Would I feel it if I trust enough,
Could it almost be a lust for life,
Would I feel it if I'd not known it by sight.

You could put it on a coal burner,
Deception never kept it any warmer,
The truth is cooking on a slow simmer,
A light still shining even when its dimmer,

Hold on hold out,
You're still thrown against a wall,
Never looking to be picked up,
Or left alone to fall.

Can you touch me with your love,
Would I feel it if I trust enough,
Could it almost be a lust for life,
Would I feel it if I'd not known it by sight.

Troubled waters locked so far down below,
Will have to find another place to go,
If the truth in my heart gets put aside,
Just let me go and wait for the next ride.

Hold on hold out,
I've been thrown against that wall,
Never wanted to be picked up,
And left alone to fall,

Then it touched me just like love,
Still feel it when I trust enough,
Could almost be a lust for life,
Still feel it though I'd not known it by sight,
Can feel it 'cos I know it's all right.