The Losing Touch - Trent Dabbs

We built our life on our own separated island

And a colors of this dreams

Tie together

Make sure the key was buried

Last thing we would do was 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 we 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 and 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

Lost in the losing touch

Lost in the losing touch

Lost in the losing touch

Lost in the losing touch