Rather Touch Than Love

It was a love that was bathed in sin.And here are several lies she told of him. You say his wick's burning at both ends.How can you tell a story of something you wish to forget?All you want is to see my lights go dim.All you want is to lie about what you think is really going on with him.With every look you evaluate him,you say his face is thin and his ribs are now showing.Now every night in his dreams he hears your pretty voicetuned tight to haunt him keep himawake and chase away all his sleep.All that you wanted to be-just lies.And I hope you just wrap your car around atree and maybe I can be the first one on thescene to watch you cry.And see your pretty blood soaked face and towalk away alright. True romance is just a touch.