Blessèd Touch

He's in the other room

Trying to fix the washing machine

But he's not a technician

So he won't succeed

How do you get other people

To just be ok?

To not feel annoyed or defeated

By every little thing

I'm watching the seeds

I'm hoping to catch them growing

And i'm laundering the blind folds

While outside it's softly snowing

In the caribbean

There's a beach with my name on it

There's a circle in the sand

And my demons dance upon it

Ooh blessèd touch

Ooh blessèd touch

Give it to me, your blessèd touch

Give it to me, your blessèd touch

Check to see what time it was

When all the clocks stopped

Mark the moment with a howl

Carve its name upon a rock

The washing machine is broken

So i'll call the landlord when i wake up

And then i'll cover up my eyes

And wait for my demons to drum up luck

Ooh blessèd touch

Ooh blessèd touch

Give it to me, your blessèd touch

Give it to me, your blessèd touch

I'm standing at the crossroads

And i'm covered up red

And i'm asking to just catch a little break

A little slip a little slide a little leeway'd really make

Things a whole lot easier

And i do pretty well in the underground

But i don't know about everyone else

So give me some of that demon love

For me my lovers and my friends and my family

Tell me what you want and i'll do it

Tell me what you want and i'll get to it

Ooh blessèd touch

Won't you give it to me