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A little room for you and me A better way for me to be The silver ring on my left hand A child to give a bit of sense. A little rush to warm the blood Some piece of mind for me to hold A day of rest to cool the brakes A meaning for my damn mistakes. Well, it's taking too long And it's taking me all... (It's taking too much...) So i blame... lack of touch The touch of my best friend. A silent nest to hear myself One way to love my gods again You smile to keep the trouble out A friend to reach when I am down A dear mother waiting home The coffee flavor, down the hall Few simple words "my son, you're great You bring me joy with all you make..." Songtexte Well...it's taking too long Guess we're dreaming alone And it's taking too much So I blame... lack of touch... The touch of my best friend. Aus Songtexte Mania