The Statue – The Go-Betweens

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 can’t feel your touch in the blaze of noon

At night I haunt the boulevard
To the songs of Sacha
I need the touch of 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 will melt
Marble can blind you
Doesn’t matter what you felt
No one can find you
To remind you

‘Cause you’re a statue nothing can hurt you
You’ve lost the touch
‘Cause you’re a statue nothing can hurt you
You’ve lost the touch

No one can find you
Or move you