L.A. is hot as fuck, and Manchester's about to freeze You're on your way to the mail to get a letter from me And I still have a separation at the ancient bell She curl up you every night in a bed across the sea Words are all we have for touch They are our fingers and I love our words so much And write your lips to kiss me now And I can taste you as I read, the words out loud You rise and start your day with toast and black tea While I'm in the still of night and pushing back sleep And I'll write until the hands of the clock 'til they fall up on three And drop me in your virtual garden for eleven seas Words are all we have for touch They are our fingers and I love our words so much I write your hands between my legs And I can feel you as the words jump from the page The sky is bruised It's a lusty dusk of the lovers' rouge Wet with soap and musk under you Under dreams spell dusk and it's true And I know that I must end with you I immediately trust And it's so that I fell at first blush And it's snowing in Australia Just now your letter came and the pages did say That you'll fly from your home to mine on January 8th And just now I find that I can just barely wait And from now until that time I'm counting down the days Words are all we have for touch They are our fingers and I love our words so much And write yourself and save me now And I can feel you as the words come pouring out And words are all we have for touch They are our fingers and I love our words so much And write your dreams out line by line And I will stitch them in this heart of mine I'm in Australia