Out Of Touch Hall & Oates / Big Bam Boom 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 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