Día: 29 de octubre de 2003

People are strange, when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
People seem wicked, when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven, when you’re down

When you’re strange- faces come out of the rain (rain, rain)
When you’re strange- no one remembers your name
When you’re strange, when you’re strange, when you’re str-ange