May I sit here for a while We don't have to talk, We don't have to love But could I hold you a hand I just want to feel, the feel of feeling A touch in the palm of my hand, again Do you mind, do you mind The story begins And I have all the power To call my shot but I don't There's a gate to be opened, Gate number 11 But 1+1 equals, equals, equals what We're living among millions of faces Feeling savage among all those traces Loneliness is a call these days How can this cruelly be possible I'm gonna take my hand back now We don't have to kiss, but if you blow me one I won't refuse Do you mind, do you mind