Oh life a wasted morning   I don't fit under a magnifying glass   all dry times   I can see which way its gonna end up going   don't think like those cracks are showing   its not terminal   be fit again tomorrow   and leave your tired memories back there   if I reach out of here   I can touch your fingertips   stretch and grab my hand   and I will do the same   somewhere a power of good times   I build a tower to get closer to the light so I see   I've got two sets of keys   out through the front door out through the fields and   should I fire on the one that   took me away   or the one   that brought me back again   if I reach out of here    I can touch your fingertips   stretch and grab my hand   and I will do the same   I don't need you   no I don't need you   but when your looks are fading   my moods have improved   yeah when we want instead of needing   and I'm coming back for you   and I reach out of here   I can touch your fingertips   stretch and grab my hand   and I will do the same