Out of Touch

Out of Touch - 80's Pop Band

Written by：Paul Keenan/Darren Sampson/Daryl Hall/John Oates

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 time

But I'm out of my head

When you're not around

You're out of touch

I'm out of time time

But I'm out of my head

When you're not around

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

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

We're soul alone

And soul really matters to me

Too much

You're out of touch

I'm out of time time

But I'm out of my head

When you're not around

You're out of touch

I'm out of time time

But I'm out of my head

When you're not around

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Out of touch

Out of touch

You're out of touch

I'm out of time time

But I'm out of my head

When you're not around

You're out of touch

I'm out of time time

But I'm out of my head

When you're not around

You're out of touch

I'm out of time time