Strange

Walking through the cemetery I sang happy birthday
that means everything to me
in an empty church I hear them play
in the arms of the angels it’s strange
like dreams
so strange

Just take my hand, don’t unhand me and tell me it’s alright
picture the pinhole of light that returns in the night sky
so strange

I learnt the lines that they said at your wake it was
‘in love we are made, in love we disappear’
no one should go unnamed, feed the birds
speak to the strays
in dreams
so strange

Just take my hand, don’t unhand me and tell me it’s alright
picture the pinhole of light that returns in the night sky
Just take my hand, don’t unhand me and tell me it’s alright
so strange
collecting each image that falls into view
it’s so strange
these souvenirs that become part of you
it’s so strange
it’s so strange

Just take my hand, don’t unhand me and tell me it’s alright
picture the pinhole of light that returns in the sky