(I'm Always Touched) By Your Presence, Dear

Was it destiny?
I don't know yet.

Was it just by chance? Could this be kismet?

Something in my consciousness
told me you'd appear.
Now I'm always touched by your presence, dear.

When we play at cards you use an extra sense.
(It's really not cheating)

You can read my hand, I've got no defence.

When you sent your messages
whispered loud and clear
I am always touched by your presence, dear.

Floating past the evidence of
possibilities.
We could navigate together,
psychic frequencies.

Coming into contact with
outer entities.
We could entertain each one with
our theosophies.

Stay awake at night and count your R.E.M.'s
when you're talking
with your super friends.

Levitating lovers in the
secret stratosphere.
I am still in touch with your presence, dear.

I am still in touch with your presence, dear.
Dear.
I am still in touch with your presence, dear.
Dear.
Dear.
Dear.
Dear.