Strange Days

Stampa   |   Correggere

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing or find another town
Yeah!

Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it
Yeah!

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone,
Bodies confused, memories misused,
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone






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