Из альбома: Pure… America
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 ties that are broken can often be one again
We're soul alone and soul really matters to me
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
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
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
Out of touch
out of touch
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
You're out of touch
I'm out of time
You're out of touch
I'm out of time