Strange

Isn't it strange, you're coming here again?

Too real to understand, and hold me here for long.

Existing in the loud, this noise you make inside me.

Simple things, don't live here anymore.

It's not breaking you down.

I'm building me up, I can't follow you now, I'm going out.

You're calling on a friend, now it's time mine ends.

Can't hold on for long, selling out of the loud.

This noise you make inside me, simple things.