Stranger
I want to see the world in colours
But my days are black and white
I'm always looking for the answers
It leads back into the dark
If love is nothing, but chemistry
How come I feel paranoid?
When I'm all alone, my sanity
It drifts away into the void
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
Oh, oh, oh
I ain't afraid of the fever
I can see the ghosts in the picture
I feel a touch, I feel the fire
But the future is still a blur
I travel in the depths of time
But how far is too far?
It feels supersonic in my mind
There is a light within my scars
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
But my days are black and white
I'm always looking for the answers
It leads back into the dark
If love is nothing, but chemistry
How come I feel paranoid?
When I'm all alone, my sanity
It drifts away into the void
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
Oh, oh, oh
I ain't afraid of the fever
I can see the ghosts in the picture
I feel a touch, I feel the fire
But the future is still a blur
I travel in the depths of time
But how far is too far?
It feels supersonic in my mind
There is a light within my scars
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
This life is strange
And I'm
I'm a stranger inside my home
If life is pain
Then I'm
I'm a painter who fills the holes
Credits
Writer(s): Pelletier Dominic, Cote Potvin Raphael
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