I don't care about the way you live your life
I don't care about the way you make your tea
I've never bothered with details of racy nights
If that's being selfish that's just me
But I know that when you walk into a room
The weather changes seven colors in a beat
Might as well have my shirt undone to my waist
Sleepwalking down the street
We're not strangers anymore
Some kinds of beauty want to knock me on my back
Staring up into a spot stained ceiling for weeks
Through the cabinets try to find the cleanest glass
And lean a fist against my cheek
Then every memory in my mind has lost its edge
Like I'm supposed to know there's no going back for me
Nowhere to turn but to some untouched world ahead
All I can do is find my feet
Because we're not strangers anymore
If I was to get walk out into some dark woods
Looking for heaven on earth if I could find it
In some flaming bird that I saw in your face in your voice in the tall waves of a turner painting. Wf I found it would I curse the whole thing for jumping straight out of my hand when I held it for a half second. what would I say if it all disappeared
What would I say?
Walt can I say?
We're not strangers anymore.
