Strange Times
They smell your mouth
In case you have uttered the words "I love you"
They smell your heart
Such strange times, darling
Such strange times, darling
Such strange times, darling
Such strange times, darling
And love is bludgeoned against the pillars of the dead end
Love must be hidden in the attics
Love must be hidden in the attics
In this cold and twisted dead end
They keep fires aflame with poems and songs as fuel
Don't dare the danger of thinking
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
The one banging on the door so late at night
Has come to kill the lantern
Light must be hidden in the attics
And then there are the butchers
Waiting at the crossroads
With their bloody axes
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
And they surgically remove the smile from your lips
And the song from your mouth
Passion must be hidden in the attics
Passion must be hidden in the attics
Passion must be hidden in the attics
Passion must be hidden in the attics
The canary is grilled
Over a flame of burnt lilies and jasmine
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
The victorious drunken Satan
Is celebrating our mourning
God must be hidden in the attics
God must be hidden in the attics
God must be hidden in the attics
God must be hidden in the attics
Such strange times, Darling
God must be hidden in the attics
Such strange times, Darling
God must be hidden in the attics
Such strange times, Darling
God must be hidden in the attics
Such strange times, Darling
Passion must be hidden in the attics
Such strange times, Darling
Love must be hidden in the attics
