Strangers (Recorded at Le Point Ephémère, Paris) Songtext
von Albert Hammond, Jr.

Whoever brought me here
Will have to take me home
I don′t belong
I could be wrong
Forgot completely now
Why spill your sad around?
I don't belong
I could be wrong

Strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers
Who got it wrong?

Strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers
Who strain for feeling we′re all strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers

Lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalalala
Lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalala


Battle lines
Drawn with people
Your concious mind
Was left behind
Battle lines
Drawn with people
The war's began
We'll all have guns

Dreaming of Babylon
I feel i don′t belong
I could be wrong
Night time so long

Strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers
Who strain for feeling we′re all strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers
Time to move on

(Welcome to the show!)
(Clap your hands, clap your hands)
Suitcase
Too late
I got people
Who got people
Heyy


Lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalalala
Lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalalala

Lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalalalala
Lalalala lalala