This is a quiet song on a much (rightly) lauded album.
But give it some space to breathe, away from the hi-energy surroundings in which it finds itself, and you’ll discover a real belter of a song.
A song about existentialism.
The sense of touch being what life may really be all about.
Is this a ghost singing?
I dunno. (What I do know is its credited as American Hall of Fame singer and composer Paul Williams who sounds like he’s on his deathbed.)
And what I also know is that it is a great piece of modern singer, songwriter, techno genius that touches the heartstrings throughout.