Contact the Fact

You mean the world
The real world to me So watching you go Is like watching a film in slow motion
Everything I touch
Turns to dust
And everyone I turn to Turns on me Strange the way
We accept our lot — living together
Strange the way
We self-destruct — dying together
All the beauty gets taken for granted
All the pain gets put in the way
Put in our way
Contact’s the fact — I need it Contact you because I need you
Take me out
You take me out of myself
You can take what you want from me Because I know you
Hate it when I’m crazy
It’s a side of love
You never wanted to see
Contact’s the fact — I need it Contact you because I need you