Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They´re going to destroy
Our casual joys.
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town.
Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it.
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone,
Bodies confused,
Memories misused,
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone.
jim morrison
