| I have your photograph |
| I have it hanging on my wall |
| You neither cry or laugh |
| Finding it hard to forget it all |
| Oh I’m reachin' out my invisible hands |
| To touch you |
| Oh I’m reachin' out my invisible hands |
| To feel you |
| You make the evening news |
| You never had an alibi |
| Your evidence my be the truth |
| But they believed my lies |
| Oh I’m reachin' out my invisible hands |
| To touch you |
| Oh I’m reachin' out my invisible hands |
| To feel you |
| Is it a lie |
| When you’re asking me why |
| Hold out my had |
| When you don’t understand |
| Is it a lie |
| When you’re asking me why |
| Who fires the gun.gun.gun.gun |
| Oh I’m reachin' out my invisible hands |
| To touch you |
| Oh I’m reachin' out my invisible hands |
| To feel you |
| Is it a lie |
| When you’re asking me why |
| Hold out my had |
| When you don’t understand |
| Is it a lie |
| When you’re asking me why |
| Who fires the gun.gun.gun.gun |
| Oh I’m reachin' out my invisible hands |
| To touch you |
| Oh I’m reachin' out my invisible hands |
| To feel you |