Strange - Storyman

Staring at the carpet

Dying on the telephone

Fumbling for an answer

Is there anybody home

Lampshade at an angle

Cultivate a look

Never black and navy

Now happy face good

People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me

Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me

Isn’t it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be

People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me

Coughing through the movie

Dreamer on the turnpipe

Sewn out at the table

Everyone dies

Head down at the schoolhouse

Head down for the fun

Head down in your wheelchair

And what have you learned

People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me

Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me

Isn’t it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be

People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me

Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me

Isn’t it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be