Losing Touch
Philipp Freise, Luca Altherr, Claudius Skorski, Aaron Wetzel
You know where I linger
And where I go, always
First words, I utter them slowly
So softly
And though I find
Everything so amusing
I have notion that something strange
Is about to happen
Losing touch
I don't feel
Nothing
At all
Come home you're standing there
Frozen
Your eyes they gaze into
Empty spaces
And though you smile
You don't appear so soothing
Something is floating between us through
The room and I'm
Losing touch
I don't feel
Nothing
At all
