You say it’s strange, But maybe it’s just new. Not wrong, not broken Just not what you’re used to. We paint the world in black and white, But there’s beauty in the space between. So don’t be afraid to feel what you feel, Even the wildest dreams can be real. Strange is beautiful, Like a song you’ve never heard before. It don’t have to make sense, To open up your soul some more. Strange is beautiful, Like a mirror in the moonlight. It’s not always clear, But baby, it’s right. We chase the lines, Try to fit the frame. But hearts don’t beat To rules or names. What if the odd thing you’re running from Is the truest part of where you’re from? So don’t be afraid to feel what you feel, Even the quiet things can heal. Strange is beautiful, Like a fire with a velvet flame. It don’t need a label, To set your soul ablaze. Strange is beautiful, Like a whisper in the dark. It’s not always loud, But it leaves a mark. In a world that wants us neat and clean, We’re messy, wild, and in between. We dream, we break, we bend, we glow And maybe that’s the way we grow. Strange is beautiful, Like a rhythm you can’t define. It moves you deeper, One beat at a time. Strange is beautiful, Like a truth you feel, not see. It’s not always easy But it’s always free.
