(Martin Page/Brian Fairweather)      I have your photograph   I have it hanging on my wall   You neither cry or laugh   Finding it hard to forget it all      Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands   To touch you   Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands   To feel you      You make the evening news   You never had an alibi   Your evidence my be the truth   But they believed my lies      Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands   To touch you   Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands   To feel you      Is it a lie   When you're asking me why   Hold out my had    When you don't understand   Is it a lie    When you're asking me why   Who fires the gun..gun..gun..gun      Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands   To touch you   Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands   To feel you      Is it a lie   When you're asking me why   Hold out my had    When you don't understand   Is it a lie    When you're asking me why   Who fires the gun..gun..gun..gun      Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands   To touch you   Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands   To feel you