Strangers - Amelia Curran

I wanna make you understand

That it’s a woman makes the man

Can’t see the desert for the sand

Baby you and me are strangers

And in the darkest hours of the night

I can see by accidental light

And accidental fireworks

Are burning what their worth

When I’ve been afraid of everything

A loss of all direction down a road of less original sin

The poor unfortunate who crash and crave

Like tireless waves that bend and break and mend

They want to make you understand

I want to have a heart of gold

The brassy torch has burned to coal

Can’t see the meaning for the soul

Baby you and me are strangers

And in the quiet hours born in grace

We can see we’ve made the same mistakes

I wanna make you understand

That it’s the woman makes the man

When I’ve been afraid of everything

A loss of all direction of down a road of less original sin

The poor unfortunate who crash and crave

Like tireless waves that bend and break and mend

They want to make you understand

They want to make you understand