Peter Gabriel

The time i like is the rush hour, cos i like the rush
The pushing of the people - i like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... i have the touch

I'm waiting for ignition, i'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and i light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do i dare ... i have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing i understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
All those introductions, i never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... i have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing i understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems
To please

I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact