The Losing Touch-Trent Dabbs

We built our life on our own separated island
And a colors of our dreams
Tie together
Make sure the key was buried
Last thing we would do was to leave
And you were gone.

You never come back on my radar
I should have told you baby it's not you. It's us
Sometimes it has to go without saying
We got lost.
Lost in the losing touch.
Lost in the losing touch

I confessed the day we missed directions
Still questioning myself to sleep
I pretended. My words were open ending flames
Denying what he might believe

You never come back on my radar
I should have told you baby it's not you. It's us
Sometimes it has to go without saying
We got lost.
Lost in the losing touch.
Lost in the losing touch

I'm out of gas, we never find the answers.
I chose to look away
If we leave now, will we find the turn? Let's go
Who will stay, who will change

You never come back on my radar
I should have told you baby it's not you. It's us
Sometimes it has to go without saying
We got lost.
Lost in the losing touch.