Out of Reach – The Get Up Kids
Long way from home
Lost by an echo I’d never have known
I’ve got pictures to prove I was there
But you don’t care
Here’s me overseas
Cross the pond by the Dover Peaks
I’ve smuggled myself into new nationalities
Think you’d be proud of me
There’s room to believe
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of reach
Start over
It’s no way to begin
Long way from home
Lost by an echo I’d never have known
I’ve got pictures to prove I was there
But you don’t care
There’s room to believe
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of reach
Start over
Start over
It’s no way to begin
There’s room to believe
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of reach
Start over
Start over
It’s no way to begin
Way to begin
Way to begin
I’m worn out by this confusion we have created for ourselves.
For some strange reason, Eros and Apollo, perhaps spurred on by Loki, seemed to have joint forces to conspire against me — your presence is my Achilles’ heel.
I don’t know you, please don’t pretend you know me. And truth be told, we probably don’t know ourselves either.
I want to shun this dependency I can only blame myself to have, in utter folly, fabricated into existence.
I want to be out of sight, out of mind, out of reach.
Don’t miss me again, maybe even more so, please don’t miss me anymore.
