Out of Touch

Shake it up is all that we know

Using bodies up as we go

I'm waking up to a fantasy

The shades all around are 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 so alone, and so really matters to me

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

Whoa-ho-ho, whoa-ho-ho

Reaching out for something to hold

Looking for a dud when the climate is cold

Her mighty moves, her drowsy dreams

Living in the middle, between the two extremes

Smoking guns, hot to the touch

Would cool down if we didn't use 'em so much, yeah

We're so alone, and so 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

Whoa-ho-ho, whoa-ho-ho (Ooh)

Whoa, whoa-ho-ho, whoa-ho-ho (Ooh)

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)

But I'm out of my head when you're not around

You're out of touch