The Strangers Songtext
von St. Vincent

Lover, I don′t play to win
But for the thrill until I'm spent
(Paint the black hole blacker)
(Paint the black hole blacker)

And I threw flowers in your face
On my sister′s wedding day
(Paint the black hole blacker)
(Paint the black hole blacker)

You showed up with a black eye
Looking to go start a fight
(Paint the black hole blacker)
(Paint the black hole blacker)

Playboys under the mattress
Like I wouldn't notice
(Paint the black hole blacker)
(Paint the black hole blacker)


What do I share?
What do I keep
From all the strangers who sleep where I sleep?

Desperate don't look good on you
Neither does your virtue
(Paint the black hole blacker)
(Paint the black hole blacker)

Good souls have born better sons
Better souls born worse ones
(Paint the black hole blacker)
(Paint the black hole blacker)

What do I share?
What do I keep
From all the strangers who sleep where I sleep?

You show up with a black eye
Looking to finish a fight
And lover, I don′t play to win
But for the thrill until I′m spent
(Paint the black hole blacker)
(Paint the black hole blacker)