Stranger
Woken to see
You're not what you used to be
So I've a favor for you
Tell me, my stranger, what to do
Sing me a song of the olden days
Tell me a tale when we used to play
Recite a poem of the sun outside
Whistle a tune of the birds and prey
Draw a story in the mud and clay
Tell me again of the sun outside
These wounds won't heal
Do you ache for what I feel?
Would lies be easy for you?
Tell me, my stranger, is this true?
Sing me a song of the olden days
Tell me a tale when we used to play (Woken to see)
Recite a poem of the sun outside
(You're not what you used to be)
Whistle a tune of the birds and prey
Draw a story in the mud and clay (So I've a favor for you)
Tell me again of the sun outside
(Tell me, my stranger, what to do)
Sing me a song of the olden days
Tell me a tale when we used to play
Recite a poem of the sun outside
Whistle a tune of the birds and prey
Draw a story in the mud and clay
Tell me again of the sun outside
And all I want you to be
Is more than what we see
We're not what we used to be
And that's all right with me
Still, I feel bittersweet
Nothing more to eat
Still, I feel bittersweet
Nothing makes me sleep
Woken to see (Still, I feel bittersweet)
You're not what you used to be
Woken to see (Still, I feel bittersweet)
Woken to see
You're not what you used to be
You're not what you used to be
So I've a favor for you
Tell me, my stranger, what to do
Sing me a song of the olden days
Tell me a tale when we used to play
Recite a poem of the sun outside
Whistle a tune of the birds and prey
Draw a story in the mud and clay
Tell me again of the sun outside
These wounds won't heal
Do you ache for what I feel?
Would lies be easy for you?
Tell me, my stranger, is this true?
Sing me a song of the olden days
Tell me a tale when we used to play (Woken to see)
Recite a poem of the sun outside
(You're not what you used to be)
Whistle a tune of the birds and prey
Draw a story in the mud and clay (So I've a favor for you)
Tell me again of the sun outside
(Tell me, my stranger, what to do)
Sing me a song of the olden days
Tell me a tale when we used to play
Recite a poem of the sun outside
Whistle a tune of the birds and prey
Draw a story in the mud and clay
Tell me again of the sun outside
And all I want you to be
Is more than what we see
We're not what we used to be
And that's all right with me
Still, I feel bittersweet
Nothing more to eat
Still, I feel bittersweet
Nothing makes me sleep
Woken to see (Still, I feel bittersweet)
You're not what you used to be
Woken to see (Still, I feel bittersweet)
Woken to see
You're not what you used to be
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