Out Of Touch

I remember when we started And this was not what we wanted. Lost perspective of our goal, To have fun in the fist place, 'cause right now this feels more Like a day-job to me and my head aches, sore from countless sleepless nights. Overcome by stress, pressure of a time schedule and short coffee breaks. But when I search trought photographs, Reminiscing good times we've had, Yeah we can get that feeling back if we put down a little time and effort to manifest our independence and regain control. Have we taken it this far to leave it in The hands of someone else, Who'll be making decisions we should be making ourselves. Someone we dont even know, Someone we have never met, Miles away from here. Everythings so far out of reach and Everyones so out of touch. I just want to get back Where we started.