Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
She got eyes
Like emeralds shine
A tenderness within
And all she wanted me to know
Was only to begin
And I was helpless to respond
Such a brilliant inner light
My bearing had been born and gone
Though I tried with all my might
I gave my heart so freely
As if to give a child a gun
I saw at once when it went off
Precisely what I'd done
Just so gingerly
Fingers trace what they want to taste
Fingers set me free
But not by the touch she has
On me
Tumble down her tower
Then she tore my heart away
Wreckage at the rubble
Fallen folly from the fray
Save for just a warning
I repeat it line by line
Your heart, it hasn't learned a thing
You're gonna break it every time
Just so gingerly
Fingers trace what they want to taste
Fingers set me free
But not by the touch she has
On me
But always I'll remember
When first she looked at me
Be careful when the emerald shines
Or you'll lose your will to see
Just so gingerly
Fingers trace what they want to taste
Fingers set me free
But not by the touch she has
On me
Just so gingerly
Fingers trace what they want to taste
Fingers set me free
But not by the touch she has
On me
The Touch She Has was written by Tad Kinchla & John Popper.
The Touch She Has was produced by Matt Rollings.