Out Of Reach (Out Of Touch)

Clouds condemn the sky line  
fear has taken root    
Im drowning in the vineyards    
but can't see thru the soot    
    
these grounds have become uneven    
there doesn't seem to be anyone around  
come harbour these rains before me    
before they wash me six feet down    
     
I beg for your sun to save me    
as you tiptoe upon your beach    
if I hold my hand out here for you    
would it still be out of reach