Two Islands

The front door has never looked more attractive Than it does right now, and it is somehow Due to the fact you're going at this once more And I've heard this before I've heard this before And as my escape plan slowly formulates You say something new, something you never do You no longer know me No, we've never met And further, you feel it has no real consequence Severed by naivety It confounds you and it condemns me I would stop to say goodnight, but Do strangers ever say goodbye? As I drive on the gateway With no real destination The odor of our discourse Repels me with remorse Of course I know better Than to settle this right now If we are two islands We'll never meet anyhow Severed by naivety It confounds you and it condemns me I would stop to say goodnight, but Do strangers ever say goodbye? I'm a stranger to you, a stranger to you Is this what real strangers do, or Do they know better? Can we put this aside? Please put this aside You can't just tear down your pride It's "death" or it's "life" Severed by naivety It confounds you and it condemns me I would stop to say goodnight, but Do strangers ever say goodbye? No I don't want to say goodbye I don't want to say goodbye