Strangers

Two years out of the sun I stay
Two years in the point of a gun
A black hole soaks me up away
In a strange land

In a strange land
Like strangers in a strange land

Oh, no they’re coming forth
Oh, no they’re coming forth no
Their skin dead and cold I know

Out in the streets the bodies crawl
insane
Isolation takes its toll
New hopes rise and fall in vein
Now burn them all

Away

Oh, they’re running away
Oh, they’re running away

Oh, no I’m coming forth no
My skin dead and cold I know
Oh, no I’m coming forth no
The fear of touch scares them all

Oh, they’re running away
Oh, they’re running away