What a Strange Day

What a strange day

Maybe I was dreaming

Nothing seemed entirely awake

What uncertain light

And what a strange night

It's dancing with the candle

The atmosphere is scandalous and drunk

And you could cut it with a knife

And what a strange life

Even as it's passing

It's hard to see it happening at all

Like a shadow on the wall

Now what a strange god

If everything is nothing

Then why is nothing ever what it seems?

What a hidden kind of love

And what a strange word

Just because you told it

Don't mean you told anything at all

It's better from a mime

And what a strange line

Wrapped around in letters

A drawing of a symbol for a sound

It's never right before it's wrong

And what a strange song

A heart to beat the rhythm

A brain to move the melody along

A tune of everybody's choice

And what a strange voice

Coming from the speaker

Recorded on the twentieth of May

What a strange day