Out of Touch Songtext - John Oates

Out of Touch - John Oates

Shake it up is all that we know
Using the bodies up as we go
I'm waking up to a fantasy
The slates 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

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


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