touch me

You said that to love me you must set me free, ah,
That may all be very well
Still I miss you, baby
more than words can really tell.
...
Sometimes I cannot sleep
the greatness of my hate for you
Sometimes I cannot sleep
for I miss you
....
I hope you wish for me
all the things I wish for you -
health, hope and happiness,
the sun and the moon.
Say hello to the one
who really don't have a clue.


---Nick Cave