When I got back from fixing my hair,
you were directing traffic.
Letting your story slip on the snow as
if the transmission was automatic.
It´s arguable
that I shouldn´t have been there.
It was fortunate timing.
I had a hole in the pocket
of my favourite coat
and my love dropped
into the lining.
(Have you got your strange?)
Not on me. I haven´t got my strange
(Have you got your strange?)
Not on me
You can´t sleep
until you´ve sat
on the steps to weep
until you feel like
you´ve wept yeah.
(As long as you don´t forget your strange)
(Have you got your strange?)
No, not on me. I haven´t got my strange
I´ve better fetch my strange.
I haven´t got my strange.