To be lonely is my only trust
In my silent movies
I can expose my lust
Taking snapshots in the light
That I do recall when I retire
Playing with my fantasies I let the curtain fall
In my desire
Still I need that touch for real
To discover and to feel
You�re the one that breaks my heart
And it�s tearing me apart
Making love to you baby
Making love it�s all I want
Making love to you baby
Making love
Every subway every crowded street
Feeding my emotions
We pass but never meet
My touch is two dimensional
I slowly close my eyes and think of you
More or less invisible
Still you�re my point of view
I can�t get to you
Still I need that touch for real
To discover and to feel
You�re the one that breaks my heart
And it�s tearing me apart
Making love to you baby
Making love it�s all I want
Making love to you baby
Making love
You�re the one that breaks my heart
And it�s tearing me apart. | 
