Turning Into A Stranger Songtext
von The Rare Occasions

Soft as the sound of rain on your windowsill
I was lost when you gathered me in
Home is the sort of place where the ground is still
And I am sewn right back into my skin
But that′s me backed into a corner
With my crooked head and everything undone
Calm is the quiet face of a slow collapse And I am drawn into desolation
Truth doesn't stretch as far as the tendril wraps
But it moves like a cancer within
That′s me stopped under a streetlight
With the cadence of the blades across the glass
And that's me turning into a stranger
I've given up, I′m giving in, I′ll throw it all away