I waited for an accident
to work upon my broken heart.
The fate of the immaculate
was buried from the start.

I got a ride with the old tin soldier,
he let me hide at the back of the bus.
I couldn't find what the old man told you
So I decided to let him rust

You sank into an empty page
Hoping it would talk to you.
The rank and file of every age,
Was playing fast and loose.

I'm out of my depth again
I'm out of touch
I'm out of my depth again
I'm losing touch