He wants to touch the sky with her fingers
I've nailed down the wandering rug I'm on
She speaks forever on the telephone
I listen to her voice as she carries on
Its so hard to cradle the phone
Her voice is smooth as silk
Swirls around like a gla** of milk
Her voice is smooth as silk
Keeps me here within her will
Her voice is smooth as silk
She wants to run in the wind swept gra**
I want so much more from my empty gla**
She likes to sing softly to herself
It's only then that I can find the rest
I listen to her voice as she carries on
Her voice is smooth as silk
Swirls around like a gla** of milk
Her voice is smooth as silk
I've no choice, I love her voice