Paroles de Out Of Reach

Is anybody really free, prisoners of the strange society Why is it we're forced to be products of the new reality Drifting through time and space and all the while Feeling out of place I'm out of reach Waiting for the time to come And every second always on the run Looking for love once more Then turning back and closing every door Thinking that what might have been Had that itch not gotten 'neath your skin Praying to an idol sign Believing this can keep your dream alive Worried 'bout the waste of youth Hoping that with age there will come truth Dying to get out in time Before the shadows start to cloud your mind