Оригинален текст
I wish I could have touched your shoulder
All inside the last minute
At night in my bed,
On a screen in my head
I watch the same shows from the same stones
The appetite's taken it's toll
I wish I could have touched your shoulder
All inside the last minute
At night in my bed,
On a screen in my head
I watch the same shows from the same stones
The appetite's taken it's toll