Strange Days

(альбом: House On Fire - 2020)

I'm walking around my hand in my pocket
There are no words to explain how I feel
Change is coming, it's all around us
And the emptiness is real
I'm looking at people all packed on the sidewalks
Connected to something they're walking along
10 million eyes staring down at a piece of glass
But there ain't nobody home

Strange days are coming
This much we know
The allegory was written long ago

We're aliens in our own backyards
Foreigners in our own town
Dehumanized and separated
Divided broken down
I'm walking around my faith in my pocket
[?]
The time has come [?]

Strange days are coming
This much we know
The allegory was written long ago
Strange days are coming
This much we know
The allegory was written long ago

Cover your eyes
Cover your ears
Let your mind be at rest [?]
Sever your ties
Done with the fears
Let your body be old again
Alive

Strange days are coming
This much we know
The allegory was written long ago
Strange days are coming
This much we know
The allegory was written long ago