Lea Michele - Touch Me

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

Where I go, when I go there
No more whispering anymore
Only hymns upon your lips
A mystic wisdom
Rising with them, to shore

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