If I de-tuned the radio
Would you make sense?
If I shouted down a megaphone
Would you listen?
If I broadcast live on TV
Still can't catch me
Step outside of your window
Reach and touch me.
I think it's time you asked yourself
Is this who I want to be?
Am I liking what I see?
In the mirror - is that me?
I think it's time you asked yourself
Am I where I want to be?
Now you're stranded on your own
Reach and touch me.
If a lifetime takes forever
Are you still waiting?
If I handed you a razor
Would you die laughing?
If I told you that I loved you
Would you ask for writing?
Is this really your endeavour?
Reach and touch me.
I think it's time you asked yourself
Is this who I want to be?
Am I liking what I see?
In the mirror - is that me?
I think it's time you asked yourself
Am I where I want to be?
Now you're stranded on your own
Reach and touch me.
Paper faces in the street, whirling by and over me once you looked them in the eye now They're litter at your feet.
Maybe take another look
Maybe you're an open book
Passing by away from me doesn't really mean you're free.
I think it's time you asked yourself
Is this who I want to be?
Am I liking what I see?
In the mirror - is that me?
I think it's time you asked yourself
Am I where I want to be?
Now you're stranded on your own
Reach and touch me.
Would you make sense?
If I shouted down a megaphone
Would you listen?
If I broadcast live on TV
Still can't catch me
Step outside of your window
Reach and touch me.
I think it's time you asked yourself
Is this who I want to be?
Am I liking what I see?
In the mirror - is that me?
I think it's time you asked yourself
Am I where I want to be?
Now you're stranded on your own
Reach and touch me.
If a lifetime takes forever
Are you still waiting?
If I handed you a razor
Would you die laughing?
If I told you that I loved you
Would you ask for writing?
Is this really your endeavour?
Reach and touch me.
I think it's time you asked yourself
Is this who I want to be?
Am I liking what I see?
In the mirror - is that me?
I think it's time you asked yourself
Am I where I want to be?
Now you're stranded on your own
Reach and touch me.
Paper faces in the street, whirling by and over me once you looked them in the eye now They're litter at your feet.
Maybe take another look
Maybe you're an open book
Passing by away from me doesn't really mean you're free.
I think it's time you asked yourself
Is this who I want to be?
Am I liking what I see?
In the mirror - is that me?
I think it's time you asked yourself
Am I where I want to be?
Now you're stranded on your own
Reach and touch me.