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LOSING TOUCH
Alright!
Well, here we are; the night is young
So breathe the darkness into your lungs
The magic’s gone, but that doesn’t you mean you can’t move along
Oh you don’t know what to do with your shadowed grace
So I’ll re-craft the features on your worn out face
Turn off the lights, ‘cause I’m afraid to see who you really are
Oh, I can still taste the air of the local fair
Before I knew it was dumb and in need of repair
Life was good when it wasn’t laid bare and so factual
And now I won’t comprehend the look in your eyes
I just want to move on past our forced good-byes
Walk along to your place in the sun where you belong
And I’ll never relive that feeling
Oh hold me, hold me, my mind’s still reeling
And I’m sorry, sorry, sorry that you’re going
And I’ll hide, I’ll hide, I’ll hide, your true self’s showing
Oh the playground’s torn down
Let’s dance in the ashes of our broken town
I’ll exchange my baby bottle for a cup of gin
And I’m seeing things in tinted brown
But the photo’s distorted; watch it fall to the ground
Watch it rust, watch it fall apart, engulfed by the air
And I’ll never relive that feeling
Oh hold me, hold me, my mind’s still reeling
And I’m sorry, sorry, sorry that you’re going
And I’ll hide, I’ll hide, I’ll hide, your true self’s showing
And I’m losing touch
I’m losing touch
Falling away from your perfect face
Don’t want to feel, just want a different place
Don’t want to love, just want to be loved
Don’t want to find your place in the sun
And I’ll never relive that feeling
Oh hold me, hold me, my mind’s still reeling
And I’m sorry, sorry, sorry that you’re going
And I’ll hide, I’ll hide, I’ll hide, your true self’s showing
And I’m losing touch
I’m losing touch
Alright!
Well, here we are; the night is young
So breathe the darkness into your lungs
The magic’s gone, but that doesn’t you mean you can’t move along
Oh you don’t know what to do with your shadowed grace
So I’ll re-craft the features on your worn out face
Turn off the lights, ‘cause I’m afraid to see who you really are
Oh, I can still taste the air of the local fair
Before I knew it was dumb and in need of repair
Life was good when it wasn’t laid bare and so factual
And now I won’t comprehend the look in your eyes
I just want to move on past our forced good-byes
Walk along to your place in the sun where you belong
And I’ll never relive that feeling
Oh hold me, hold me, my mind’s still reeling
And I’m sorry, sorry, sorry that you’re going
And I’ll hide, I’ll hide, I’ll hide, your true self’s showing
Oh the playground’s torn down
Let’s dance in the ashes of our broken town
I’ll exchange my baby bottle for a cup of gin
And I’m seeing things in tinted brown
But the photo’s distorted; watch it fall to the ground
Watch it rust, watch it fall apart, engulfed by the air
And I’ll never relive that feeling
Oh hold me, hold me, my mind’s still reeling
And I’m sorry, sorry, sorry that you’re going
And I’ll hide, I’ll hide, I’ll hide, your true self’s showing
And I’m losing touch
I’m losing touch
Falling away from your perfect face
Don’t want to feel, just want a different place
Don’t want to love, just want to be loved
Don’t want to find your place in the sun
And I’ll never relive that feeling
Oh hold me, hold me, my mind’s still reeling
And I’m sorry, sorry, sorry that you’re going
And I’ll hide, I’ll hide, I’ll hide, your true self’s showing
And I’m losing touch
I’m losing touch