Human Contact - The Howl & The Hum

On Monday night, I escape my cell

A peculiar hell, I had built myself

I stumbled out into the high street rush

All I’m craving is a human touch

Cause I’ve been trying to get my head screwed tight

Away from people, away from life

I don’t know what kind of world I’m from

But it’s not this one, no it’s not this one

Human contact

Human contact

Human contact

Human contact

Well I see flesh reacting

I hear skin & bones

I see bodies & bodies & fingers on phones

Digits digitizing singing

Knuckles on ass

I feel like I look out at the world like through glass

Untile one day our eyes, meet and combine

Two bodies, two hosts gracelessly intertwine

There’s something so strange about feeling alive

There’s somebody home and they’re deathly deprived of

Human contact

Human contact

Human contact

Human contact

Human contact

Human contact

Human contact

Human contact

I see a hand reach out

I see a leg reach out

I see a limb reach out

But I know it’s nothing to die for, die for

Give me your hand, reach out

Give me your hand, reach out

Give me your hand, reach out

Won’t you give me something to die for

Something to feel alive

Something to feel alive

Something to feel alive

Something to feel alive

Something to feel alive

Something to feel alive

Something to feel alive

Something to feel alive

Something to feel alive