touch, lying on the floor
  wishing this could last
  but knowing that it can't
  and soon you will leave
  and i will be on the floor,
  watching the tv, trying hard to find a reason to move
  i'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen
  listening to the rain falling on the street
  some days go on too long
  and no one can hang out tonight
  here, where the carpet is cool and soft,
  underneath the clock i feel my weary heart is put to rest
  you gather around your friends
  the connection that you feel when the night has not yet died
  you are new with a promise of a love
  you will probably never find
  and touch that you can really feel
  the brokenness inside as hope and less collide
  now nothing is real
  (you are new and near now to someone you used to love
  when you were young; when all was gold and you two touched
  and felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms,
  the light dripping from both of you.
  and nothing since has felt as radiant or real.)
  and there is nothing more i want than just one night
  that's free of doubt and sadness
  one night that i can really feel.