Strangers of another day Born beyond the death of punk They see the poem which I say As if my words are bunk The world of mine Is long now dead The bitter dreams Of love unsaid Nothing brings it back to life To wish makes no sense The ghosts are quiet in the night The broken love of friends Strangers of another day It's the way of things, I know Nothing brings it back to me I watched it die so long ago Strangers of another day I pity that you'll never know
