Strangers

Lyrics: Charlie Wayne/Georgia Ellery/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde Music: Charlie Wayne/Georgia Ellery/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde This motion sensor light can talk to me It tells me that I might have to be leavin' An unresponsive tap is trying to tell me that My hands are clean enough already

Perfect jeans with shallow pockets Chasing dreams, starting miles away Doting eyes getting bleached by the sun The last night of a holiday The way you smiled at me when you were lying They said I shouldn't, but good heavens, I might Pick a fight with a hockey king dandies Roundhouse, motions shoes shine in the light

One foot inside the lift, one leg out Were we designed to have opinions? What is my office for the day a place Where people to gather to at weekdays?

Wearing jeans with shallow pockets Chasing dreams, starting miles away Doting eyes getting bleached by the sun The last night of a holiday I'm on the phone, stuck alone to an actor So close to leaving my procession behind On sudden, making Hollywood movies Speak to me and I'll forget all the lines

Business in this time does not concern Strangers or drifters If you're not familiar, maybe you Shouldn't be living here (Oh) Riding in the hills from days Pitchforks in the night Burning torches show where I'm to go Getting inside

I'm on the phone, stuck alone to an actor So close to leaving my procession behind Uncertain, making Hollywood movies Speak to me and I'm forgettin' the— Waste time for me when I was cryin' They said I shouldn't, but good heavens, I might Pick a fight with a hockey king dandies Roundhouse motions shoes shine in the— Wearing jeans with shallow pockets Chasing dreams, starting miles away Doting eyes getting bleached by the sun The last night of a holiday I'm on the phone, stuck alone to an actor So close to leaving my procession behind All of a sudden, making Hollywood movies Speak to me and I'm forgettin' the lines