She Came And She Touched Me
Townes Van Zandt
she Came And She Touched Me with hands made of velvet
Am F G
reflections sent spinnin' through a face laced in mist.
and I stand where she left me buried deep 'neath her shadow
Am F G
and mirror pleads sadly has it all come to this
and I wonder, will she call my name
where the wind careens madly through wide windows paneless
fragrances mingle in a room full of shade
and peons pick partners and waltz 'cross the ceiling
but the violins whisper, have I been betrayed
tryin' not to look ashamed.
where the drunkards drink deeply from cups full of nothin'
it's ghost-lover's laugh at the games that they play
while moments do summersaults into eternity
cling to their coat-tails and beg them to stay
sayin' I got nothin' to hide.
where illusions projected on walls made of tiffany
mad minuets to a sad satin song
the harlequin mandolins harmonize helplessly
hoping that endlessly won't last for long
prayin' that their god ain't died.
the I turn and I see her in a dress made of moonlight
teardrops like diamonds slide slow down her face
and her arms they surround me like chains made of velvet
and the demons fall faithfully into their place
and the rivers run with jewels.
now the morning lies open, the night went quite quickly
memory harmlessly fractures and fades
all the poets do push-ups on carpets of rubber foam
loudly they laugh at some joke that's been made
and the wise men speak like fools.