Strange

Staring at the carpet
Dying on the telephone
Fumbling for an answer
Is there anybody home
Lampshade at an angle
Cultivate a look
Never black and navy
Now happy face good
People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Isn’t it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be
People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Coughing through the movie
Dreamer on the turnpipe
Sewn out at the table
Everyone dies
Head down at the schoolhouse
Head down for the fun
Head down in your wheelchair
And what have you learned
People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Isn’t it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be
People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
Isn’t it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be