| Well we stepped
out In the shatter light And I watched as we blew away Through a sea of seats And the tangled up streets And the cities in a grey-blue haze In the catalogue All the places fold in Underneath a daylight moon Grey eyes, brown eyes Mad nights, red skies Well I keep them in a jumble room So while I am the one who waits here We all know that it's all such a game of Touch and Go Let's play at Touch and Go I'm waking up in the moving windows Going out to play the game of Touch and Go 'Cos it's all so Touch and Go Uh oh Well the summer boy in his dog-blue shirt Getting letters from Tokyo And we're sitting in a shaky Laker Gliding over to a girl with a broken nose There's motorway sparks And meetings in the park And fires from years ago You can watch your friends Through this tiny lens Then you'll know that there's no way home So while I am the one who waits here We all know that it's all such a game of Touch and Go Let's play at Touch and Go Waking up in the moving windows Going out again to play the game of Touch and Go |
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'Cos it's all
so Touch and Go Let's Go Touch Go Touch and Go Touch and Go Touch Go Touch and Go Touch and Go Uh oh Now it's springtime On the moving stairway Time to start again And I'm wondering vaguely Just whose face this is And could we ever be friends? Outside now it's so huge and blue And the city windows start to glow And the tides are soft as we're casting off And the summer starts to show So while I am the one who waits here We all live to play the game of Touch and Go Let's play at Touch and Go I'm waking up in the moving windows Going out again to play the games of Touch and Go 'Cos it's all so Touch and Go So let's Go |
| Words by John Foxx. Published 1980 Island Music Ltd. Copyright 1980 Metal Beat / Virgin Records Ltd. |
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