I Can't Touch You

You're fine polished silver

You're aging ruby wine

I learned of the good life

I can't touch you

You're a bow on the heartstrings

You're a crystal clink of champagne

I heard of the good life

I can't touch you

Heaven might have been mine for the taking

Now what's taking me isn't taking its time

You were fading in sunset

Through to indigo and I knew

A touch of the good life

But I can't touch you