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Touching Holding Dreaming
©,Saturday, 1 October 1988
Peter FitzGerald, Song ID# 0505_13 Verse 1
First time that I saw you, Static filled the room
Stars came down from heaven Singing happy tunes Things like that arnt common In fact they're rather rare Held me like a magnet in your magic stare Bridge
Touching, Holding, Dreaming
Dreaming, Holding, Loving Touching, Holding, Dreaming Dreaming, Holding, L-o-v-e Verse 2
Next time that I saw you, You were dancing in my room
A lovers gentle greeting, Hoping that you'd stay Hoped I wasn't dreaming, Morning came to soon Loving seemed so gentle Comfort in your arms Bridge
Chorus
Well she is my religion, my saviour and my light
The one that I can turn to to make it seem alright A touch just makes me shiver tingles down my spine His love it makes me whole Verse 3
Love is like obsession, two sides to one blade
Cuts that won't affect me other that you've made Clutching holding deeper magnets in your eyes Listen to you sleeping listen to your sighs Bridge
Verse 4
I hold her when I'm sleeping and everything's alright
I can taste her in the morning and dream of her at night I'm waking every morning feeling lucky that she's still there Her lips like dripping honey sweetness in my mouth Bridge
Chorus
Bridge
(repeat to end)
Song Story
Not all the charming young ladies that I met during the 80's playing local pop
star (only in our heads) were disposable items, and one night the memories
of the months I spent with one exceptional person came back, Vividly. The
following day those relived memories became this song
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© 2007 Peter FitzGerald
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