(I'm Always Touched By Your) Presence Dear (Ullman Tracey)

Was it destiny? I don't know yet Was it just by chance? Could this be kismet? Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear Now I'm always touched by your presence dear When we play at cards you use an extra sense It's really not true, You can read my hand I've got no defense When you send your messages, whispered loud and clear I'm always touched by your presence dear Floating past the evidence of possibilities We could navigate together psychic frequencies Coming into contact with outer entities We could entertain each one with our theosophies Stay awake at night and count your REM's When you're talking with your super friends Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere I am still in touch with your presence dear I am still in touch with your presence dear