Tuesday, 31 January 2017

Strange Days


Strange Days - The Doors





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 a new town





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





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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