Contact — текст песни (Pete Townshend)

Stop cold in your tracks;
this brother could not relax;
and like a stone between my eyes,
I`m gonna shed its disguise;
Don`t let me lose, don`t let me lose contact.

Movin` fast with the feeling;
pulling hard and there`s no concealing;
diamond fingers pull me through;
couldn`t do it without you.
Now I`m seeing what, I`m seeing what I believe in.

You give me a piece of your action;
you star (stone) me with a calm;
I`ve been fed off my kharma,
too much, much too long.

Being pushed at the frontier;
feel it up to my ears;
to you my life is melting in,
without you to helter shelter me.
Now I`m not stoppin`, not stoppin` where love is feeling