I was looking at the stars Not the ones you've seen Silently opaque through the silver limousine Floating in the air Powdering to preen Chandeliers will crack Crumble reconveen
Is there a pride before we fall? Born of the night time Wait in desire for something more Bored of the night time
I don't know what to take now I will wait for the upward feeling Meant to be any day now Will I ever be something more than
Strange, strange or be forgotten Abstain from the passing fashion If fame is really an illusion then Be strange, strange or be forgotten
I am living in the past Future came to me Caught up in the tide of a distant memory Coming to the fore Waiting to reveal Caught up in the time of a different century
Myriad eyes You were alive for the first time Elegant smile You were revived for the last time
I don't know what to take now I will wait for the upward feeling Meant to be any day now Will I ever be something more than
Strange, strange or be forgotten Abstain from the passing fashion If fame is really an illusion then Be strange, strange or be forgottenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
