I Can't Touch You

You're fine polished silver
You're aging ruby wine
I learned of the good life
I can't touch you

You're a bow on the heartstrings
You're a crystal clink of champagne
I heard of the good life
I can't touch you

Heaven might have been mine for the taking
Now what's taking me isn't taking its time

You were fading in sunset
Through to indigo and I knew
A touch of the good life
But I can't touch you