Out Of Touch

Hall and Oates

Shake it up is all that we know


Using the bodies up as we go


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


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