[VERSE 1] I'm not a stranger, no I am yours. With crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore. A fragile frame aged with misery. And when our eyes
By the time i hear your cold cries, i was out of the museum Running west by the park And I could barely sketch your face in case Your gusto growls
I saw your face in the crowd Everyone dancing I asked if they knew your name They couldn't see you Thought I'd walk over Stood there right next to you
(Acoustic Version) Wake up Look me in the eyes again i need to feel your hand upon my face Words can relay nice And they can cut you open And then
I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention You keep
