When my spirit sings
like a boat bereft
And my small self thinks
that there’s no hope left
You offer your arms
like a guarantee
And a flood of warmth
pours over me.
Ah, that’s what your touch can do.
Ah, that’s what your touch can do.
When I start to drift
like a kite on a string
away from Earth,
you reel me in.
I feel your tug
like a wave of heat
from the depth of my soul
to the souls of my feet.
Ah, that’s what your touch can do.
Ah, that’s what your touch can do.
Take me there,
pull me with your undertow
where silence sings
and oceans overflow
Where the tallest of trees bends to yield
to the smallest, sweetest breeze
across the field.
When I’m feeling caught
by some worldly care
I look in your eyes
and I find myself there.
Infinity takes a point of view
and the stars come down,
when I reach for you
Ah, that’s what your touch can do.
Ah, that’s what your touch can do.