you have this hands memory
my skin can't resist
discreet as gloves
in a night of robbery
they stroke my faults
and make appear a plain
where i won't fall
where i'll never be the same
you have this touch memory
printed on mine
healing my love
each time it's about to fall
all in a heart mystery
beating like a bird in hand
so close to leave
but in the end you stay with me