the go-betweens
the statue
I blow the dust from your lips and beg forgiveness But there's too much moonlight on your skin I rise and face the day Another weary sinner I can't feel your touch in the blaze of noon  At night I haunt the boulevard To the songs of Sacha I need the touch of fingers on my skin Then the sunrise seeks you through a maze of dragons And drops its touch On the fir trees in the wind  They say that ice will melt Marble can blind you Doesn't matter what you felt No-one can find you  To remind you  'Cause you're a statue nothing can hurt you You've lost the touch 'Cause you're a statue nothing can hurt you You've lost the touch  No-one can find you  Or move you