Vārdi: Hall & Oates. Out of Touch.

Shake it up is all that we know
Using the bodies up as we go
I'm waking up to fantasy
The shades all around
Aren't the colors we used to see

Broken ice still melts in the sun
And times that are broken
Can often be one again
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me

Take a look around

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
When you're not around

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
When you're not around

Reaching out for something to hold
Looking for a love where the climate is cold
Manic moves and drowsy dreams
Or living in the middle between the two extremes

Smoking guns hot to the touch
Would cool down if we didn't
Use them so much, yeah
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me

Too much

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
When you're not around

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
When you're not around

Out of touch
Out of touch

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
When you're not around

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
When you're not around

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head
When you're not around
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