Lyrics:

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 need your touch in the blaze of noon
At night I haunt the boulevard to the songs of Sacha
I need your touch, your 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 can melt
Marble will blind you
You don't know what you felt
No one could find you to remind you
Cause you're the statue, nothing can hurt you
You've lost the touch
Yeah, the statue nothing can hurt you
You've lost the touch
No one could find you or move you