Strangeland

Lover, I remember laying out our map

Throwing our possessions in the van

Your tapes piled on the backseat

And a camera in your hand

Dressed for our arrival in the Strangeland



Strangeland blind

You got no reason, you got no rhyme

You get no time to put things right

To put things right



You drove across the border

As the winter rains ran dry

And only fitful birdsong filled the sky

You threw your head back screaming

As we raced across wet sand

And leapt into the waters of the Strangeland



Strangeland blind

You got no reason, you got no rhyme

You get no time to put things right

To put things right



You wound the rope around me

And you pulled the knots in tight

And shook me like a bad dream from your sight

And now the things I've done to forget you

Well, it's not what I had planned

The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the Strangeland



Strangeland blind

You got no reason, you got no rhyme

You get no time to put things right

To put things

Strangeland dreams

You tore my baby away from me

We get no time to put things right

To put things right

You get no time to put things right

To put things right

To put things right

To put things right