It’s tearing me apart to know that I will never see you cry for all we’ve done

the shadow that you painted on the walls of prisons we could never escape from

now in the morning light, you should be free but you how you stand apart

and I don’t know what to say / and I don’t know how to reach to you…

Do you believe in the things we used to say?

do you remember the bluebell song we played?

it meant anything we want to perceive

but stranger voices, stranger voices do not leave

In a moment of time, you escaped my sight

only to reappear a 1000 miles from here

life is not a play, God what happened to you?

where new friends took you, was it something new… oh no

and I don’t know what to say / and I don’t know how to reach to you…

Do you believe in the things we used to pray?

do you remember the Cocteau songs we played?

it meant everything we used to believe…

but stranger voices, stranger voices do not cease…