Stranger Still

Taking a ride in a fabulous world
Where the sun shines at night and no one gets old
Focusing on a pinewood in blue
Where there is a house in rubber and glass
Walk through the door, have a look at the floor
There are thousands of stars spinning about
Taking the stairs to a room filled with dust
There are things everywhere and a moving rocking chair
And a man

Stranger still
Your need to disagree
Stranger still
Your inability
Stranger still
This lack of faith I see
Stranger still
Your lack of faith in me

He’s holding a book in his shivering hands
Looking deeply into it in some kind of trance
There on the sheet a princess so sweet
He is reaching for her but all for nought
And I’m aching for him

I dream my dream alone
In it’s darkness I find hope
My mind creates the lies
I need to get through the day
I dream again and again
Sometimes it’s new
More often the same
Sometimes it’s all that’s real
No matter how surreal

Stranger still
Your need to disagree
Stranger still
Your inability
Stranger still
This lack of faith I see
Stranger still
Your lack of faith in me

I don’t know how you manage to get by
Can you tell by the face I’m making?
I don’t know what to do to understand
Can you tell by the smile I’m faking?

Time 5m40s
Tempo xxx bpm
Words Mårten Kellerman
Music Leo Josefsson, Mårten Kellerman
Production Produced, recorded and mixed by Statemachine and Fred Caelou at Jennifer’s and FBI Studios, Stockholm. Additional keyboards, guitars and programming by Fred Caelou.
Publishing © 2003 Warner/Chappell & Subspace Communications. All rights reserved. Lyrics electronically reprinted with permission.
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