17° Below - Out of Tune Lyrics

Staying up late, late at night
Playing an out of tune guitar for you
Only feel what's out of touch because I don't know much about you
Staying up late, body's cold
Because the warmth of you ain't here
Afraid of dreaming cause I see your face
I don't know what it takes to be clear
Looking into the sky
Don't we all ask why
We're put in situations to find our ways in this life
Told to take our time
What is wrong, what's right
I think it's crazy talk when they say don't even try
Whoa, whoa
I guess what's here and now is thrown slightly out of tune
Wait for me to come through to you
You had yours, you can't take all night to pick and choose
I've lived my life, just steady dreaming, waiting for my day to come
I found my truth in writing tunes
Looking back on the days
Wish it all went away
The ones with no regrets seem to catch up to my face
Whoa, whoa
I guess what's done before was stretched more and more out of tune
Wait for me to come through to you
You had yours, you can't take all night to pick and choose
I've lived my life, just steady dreaming, waiting for my day to come
I found my truth in writing tunes
Staying up late, late at night
Writing song after song for you
They aren't dead but they're history
My identity just passed due
A strange end to a melody marks a strange end to this book
And now you're probably expecting me to go straight back into the hook