Out of Touch - 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

Your elgant grace

I can’t help myself

Th 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