And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're getting down And if you're broken I'll mend ya And keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now I'm out of sight,

It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In

Get inside their clothes with my green gloves Watch their videos in their chairs Get inside their beds with my green gloves Get inside their heads, love their loves Falling out of touch with all my Friends are somewhere, getting wasted Hope they're

Baby, it's a fine line I'm holding on, you're holding back Can't you hear me knockin' at your door? But you're taking your sweet time In love, out of touch Baby, it's a real fine line Completely complacent So decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something

All these things into position All these things we'll one day swallow whole Fade out again Immerse your soul in love Rows of houses, all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me And fade out again and fade out This machine will, will

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

Know who you are... There's a world wants to know you Know where to go... There's a world wants to touch you Feel all you can... Let your heart speak and guide you Don't be afraid... Of the love deep inside you. Bring it out for everyone

Somethin' 'bout the taste of a first love, first touch That don't ever seem to fade You're thinkin' 'bout me tonight 'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout you tonight Now you're six hundred miles away And a ten hour drive But if you called me tonight, I'll be there

I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat Beggin' for your touch in the middle Of the street and I -- I can't stop thinking 'bout you girl I must be living in a fantasy world I've searched the whole world over To find

Take me to your planet (to the planet) When you touch me, I die Just a little inside I wonder if this could be love This could be love 'Cause you're out of this world Galaxy, space, and time I can't help the way I'm feeling