Strange days indeed
The sky is like a painting
Strange things we need
Sitting inside waiting
Always waiting at the station
For something good to happen
Always hoping and impatient
You’re too good to happen
I’ve been hungry all my life
I’ve been starving living on scraps
I want to eat you up that’s right
Taste of something good
When are we gonna get together
When are we gonna box clever
When are we gonna say forget me never
When are we gonna be closer than ever
Closer, closer, closer together