Hall And Oates
Out Of Touch Shake it up is all that we knowUsing the bodies up as we goWaking up to fantasyThe shades all aroundaren’t the colors we used to seeBroken ice still melts in the sunAnd times that are brokencan often be one againWe’re soul aloneAnd soul really matters to meTake a look aroundYou’re out of touchI’m out of timeBut I’m out of my headwhen you’re not aroundReaching out for something to holdLooking for a lovewhere the climate is coldManic moves and drowsy dreamsOr living in the middlebetween the two extremesSmoking guns hot to the touchWould cool down if we didn’t use them so muchWe’re soul aloneAnd soul really matters to me
Too much