Strange or Be Forgotten Songtext
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Strange or Be Forgotten Songtext
I was looking at the stars
Not the ones you′ve seen
Silently opaque through the silver limousine
Floating in the air
Powdering to preen
Chandeliers will crack
Crumble reconveen
Is there a pride before we fall?
Born of the night time
Wait in desire for something more
Bored of the night time
I don't know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than
Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten
I am living in the past
Future came to me
Caught up in the tide of a distant memory
Coming to the fore
Waiting to reveal
Caught up in the time of a different century
Myriad eyes
You were alive for the first time
Elegant smile
You were revived for the last time
I don′t know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than
Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten
Not the ones you′ve seen
Silently opaque through the silver limousine
Floating in the air
Powdering to preen
Chandeliers will crack
Crumble reconveen
Is there a pride before we fall?
Born of the night time
Wait in desire for something more
Bored of the night time
I don't know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than
Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten
I am living in the past
Future came to me
Caught up in the tide of a distant memory
Coming to the fore
Waiting to reveal
Caught up in the time of a different century
Myriad eyes
You were alive for the first time
Elegant smile
You were revived for the last time
I don′t know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than
Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten
Writer(s): Thomas Edward Walmsley, James Edward Bagshaw, Adam Thomas Smith, Samuel Toms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com