What A Strange Day Paroles

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 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