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