Making Love

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