Faces in the street, eyes like mirrors Eating holes in the back of my head I took you to my skyscraper Raped you with a tape recorder Under the bed
Maybe it's psycho-somatic Or the voices in my sleep That make me worry so much
But there's nothing I can do If the rumors are untrue 'Cos I'm out of touch
Devious to the end Starve a fever, lose a friend I'm spending Christmas in hell
Whispers on the phone, faces from some other zone They want my head I can tell
Maybe it's auto-suggestion Or my terminal depression That disturbs you so much
But there's nothing to be said 'Cos my nervous system's dead and I'm out of touch
Don't try to tell me that you know nothing about this Just stick to the facts, don't think you can fool me with science I bought a miracle cure but the guarantee has run out Now you feed my disease as a last desperate act of defiance
Water on the brain, ideas pouring down like rain I'm feeling soft in the head
Someone's at my door, someone heard and someone saw I can't remember what they said
It could be image-projection, or maybe a reflection I'm just drinking too much
But the faces that I've seen seem to stare at me and scream That I'm out of touch I'm out of touchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
