Halo of your hands

Hook

I want your touch — let it fall like summer rain,

slow and sure, mend the missing in my veins.

I want your touch — hush the clock and hush the pain,

come press your halo on my skin again.

Verse 1

Low light, slow breath, the room folds to our sound,

your shadow on my collarbone — heaven found.

Fingers tracing scripts that only lovers read,

you write my name on places that forget to bleed.

The night leans in; the walls inhale our hush,

soft geography of palm and pulse and hush.

Hook

I want your touch — let it fall like summer rain,

slow and sure, mend the missing in my veins.

I want your touch — hush the clock and hush the pain,

come press your halo on my skin again.

Verse 2

There’s a map in your fingertips, I follow slow,

rivers where the moonlight pools and shadows go.

You learn the quiet language that my bones keep,

unlock the cupboards of a hunger buried deep.

Every inch a confession, every caress a truth,

teach me the liturgy of being held by you.

Hook

I want your touch — let it fall like summer rain,

slow and sure, mend the missing in my veins.

I want your touch — hush the clock and hush the pain,

come press your halo on my skin again.

Verse 3

Your breath, the low metronome that steadies me,

we move like tides that finally learned to be.

Trace constellations starting at the nape of me,

pull the constellations down ’til stars agree.

I’m fluent in the silence when your hands arrive,

they speak of homes where only truth survives.

Hook

I want your touch — let it fall like summer rain,

slow and sure, mend the missing in my veins.

I want your touch — hush the clock and hush the pain,

come press your halo on my skin again.

Verse 4

Morning might come and find us unafraid,

we’ll barter sunrise for the promises we made.

Call me by the names I never said aloud,

watch my defenses fold like curtains in a crowd.

Your touch is tender theft — and darling, take it all,

I’ll forgive the world again if you just fall.

Hook

I want your touch — let it fall like summer rain,

slow and sure, mend the missing in my veins.

I want your touch — hush the clock and hush the pain,

come press your halo on my skin again.

Outro (soft, lingering)

Lay your hands like prayers across this restless night,

teach my quiet how to trust the simple light.

I will keep the echo of your fingers where I roam,

and every lonely corner finds its way back home.

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro