Strangers

There's nothing like a miracle to make you feel small

The neon light, the revelry, the blinking audacity

The futureless certainty, the shrivelled humanity

The endless pursuit of a failed opportunity

Some people in my orbit have a vision so small

The simpleton certitude, division is added to

The cowardly dance of the easy way out

The alluring romance to be one in the crowd

We're two strangers living for tomorrow

We fly away together, never touching down

And the darkness we push away forever

Bitter tears of sorrow never come around

Standing on a freeway in the alley of fear

The new masculinity, peacock divinity

Blank egomaniac, Damascan epiphany

Swollen fascination with your own capability

We're two strangers living for tomorrow

We fly away together, never touching down

And the darkness we push away forever

Bitter tears of sorrow never come around