Touch (ill-starred)

Maybe there is nothing more than this
Trapped inside this feeling
Was there something that I missed
I push to hide the sore beneath the skin
Lost my faith and drowning
In this ocean within

And if I should fall from where I lay
Would you be there to catch me
And if I could sleep another day
Would you regret the memory

There must be something more than this
A prison of my own design
Conceal the scar that stains the wrist
These things will heal in time

I held a fever-dream
Spider-like to spin
I held a fever-dream
And let it swallow me

Seal your regrets
Tomorrow come
Tomorrow gone
No time to play our puppet song

Seal your regrets
I've got to have you
I'll wait forever just to touch you

There must be something more than this
A prison of my own design
Conceal the scar that stains the wrist
These things will heal in time

I wanted something more than this
Something I can never find
The picture of my recklessness
Painted by my fickle mind

I wanted something more than this
Something I can never find
The picture of my recklessness
Painted by my fickle mind

Seal your regrets
Tomorrow come
Tomorrow gone
No time to play our puppet song

Seal your regrets
I've got to have you
I'll wait forever just to touch you