Touch me

Melchior:
Where I go, when i go there,
No more memory anymore-
Only men on distant ships,
The women with them, swimming with them, to shore…

Moritz:
Where I go, when I go there,
No more whispering anymore-
Only hymns upon your lips;
A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore…

Ernst:
Touch me-just like that.
And that-oh, yeah-now, that’s heaven.
Now, that I like.
God that’s so nice.
Now lower down, where the figs lie…

Moritz: (Spoken)
Still, you must admit, with the two anatomies, it
truly is daunting.
I mean how everything might..

Melchior: (Spoken)
Measure up?

Moritz: (Spoken)
Not that I’m saying I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t want to
not…would ever not want to…

Melchior: (Spoken)
Moritz?

Moritz: (Spoken)
I have to go.

Melchior: (Spoken)
Moritz, wait.

Otto:
Where I go when I go there,
No more shadows anymore-
Only men with golden fins;
The rythm in them, rocking with them, to shore…

Georg:
Where I go when I go there,
no more weeping anymore.
Only in and out your lips;
the broken wishes, washing with them, to shore.

All:
Touch me-all silent.
Tell me-please-all is forgiven.
Consume my wine.
Consume my mind.
I’ll tell you how, how the winds sigh…

Touch me-just try it.
Now there-that’s it-God that’s heavan.
Touch me.
I’ll love your light.
I’ll love you right…
We’ll wander down, where the sins lie…

Touch me-just like that.
Now lower down, where the sins lie…

Love me-just for bit…
We’ll wander down, where the winds sigh…
Where the winds sigh…
Where the winds sigh…

[Thanks to Liyel for lyrics]
[Thanks to Melissa, Chileangel, Craig Elsner,
Jason, Marcus, Addy for corrections]