What a strange day
Maybe I was dreaming
Nothing seemed entirely awake
What uncertain light
What a strange night
It's dancing with the candle
Its atmosphere is---and drunk
You can cut it with a knife
What a strange life
Even as it's passing
Its hard to see it happening at all
Like a shadow on the wall
What a strange God
If everything is nothing
Then why is nothing ever what it seems
What a hidden kind of love
What a strange word
Just because you told it
Don't mean you told anything at all
Its better from a mime
And what a strange line
Wrapped around in letters
A drawing for a symbol for a sound
Its never right before its wrong
What a strange song
A heat to beat the rhythm
A brain to move the melody along
A tune of everybody's choice
What a strange voice
Coming from the speaker
Recorded on the twentieth of may
What a strange day