History of Touches

I just wanna know
If I'm out of my mind imagining something
That doesn't exist to you
'Cause I always do this
They say when someone shows me affection
I conjure up something
Without any discernible prove

Under the spotlights
We dance in the kitchen
Your hand on my waist
We spend the night kissing

A history of touches
Remember how you held me
And I didn't say a thing
I thought my heartbeat gave it away
When I saw your face

I just wanna know
If I was on your mind in the morning after
The evening, when I ran my fingers through your hair
'Cause I always do this
As soon as someone gets a little close
I go and ruin it
By talking too much, and going too fast
And then running out of breath

In the moonlight
He sees what I'm made off
He doesn't make me feel stupid
When really isn't that enough?

A history of touches
And I remember the morn'
From the shoulders at the movies
To the embraced by the side of the road
When you didn't let go

(Tell me that you mean it)
Turning all the lights out
Hoping that the answer comes
With the morning sun
Lighting up the candles
Take it to your room
Speakers playing our favourite song, yeah

Turning all the lights out
Hoping that the answer comes
With the morning sun
Lighting up the candles
Take it to your room
Speakers playing our favourite song, yeah

In the moonlight
He sees what I'm made off
He doesn't make me feel stupid
When really isn't that enough?

A history of touches
And I remember the morn'
From the shoulders at the movies
To the embraced by the side of the road
When you didn't let go