| Out of My Sight |
|---|
| You stroll into the marketplace thinking about a watch |
| You’ll buy for a friend |
| You think about the sense you repeat to yourself |
| At home in your bed |
| Don’t tell me now |
| It’s out of my sight |
| No glimpses allowed |
| Don’t tell me now |
| It’s out of my sight |
| There’s more than these sounds |
| But why I don’t know |
| The lengths you have gone to today |
| To sit yourself down |
| And how about the queue for your time, now you’ll know |
| And how you don’t change |
| Don’t tell me now |
| It’s out of my sight |
| No glimpses allowed |
| Don’t tell me now |
| It’s out of my sight |
| There’s more than these sounds |
| But why I don’t know |
| I hold onto myself |
| I hold onto myself |
| Hold onto myself |
| Da-da-da-da-da-da |
| Don’t tell me now |
| It’s out of my sight |
| No glimpses allowed |
| Don’t tell me now |
| It’s out of my sight |
| There’s more than these sounds |
| But why I don’t know |
