(Martin Page/Brian Fairweather)



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