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