Out of Touch
Amélie Beyries
When the morning comes
I get out of luck
You're my dream, my everything
When I have to go
And we lose touch
You know how to make me smile
When the music starts
And you hold me close
Love in your eyes
I can't help myself
The more I get of you
And your mysterious ways
I can't help myself
I'm falling for you
Your elegant grace
I can't help myself
The more I get of you
And your mysterious ways
I can't help myself
I'm falling for you
For your elegant grace
I can't help myself
The more I get of you