Lying to yourself, stranger next to you
going over what you should do
Dreams of wedding bells, you whisper to yourself
It’s just a phase we’re going through
It’s hard to find a friend, that’s good ‘cause in the end
they only tell you what is true.
Like “You’re lying to yourself, you’re losing life & health
& the man don’t give a damn for you”
Your magic castle’s burning down
No prince on white horse to be found.
All those boys you knew, their faces fading blue
in long forgotten yesterdays
You’re trying to forget, you reach to touch his hand
but he’s silent, he’s ignoring you
And you’re standing up to leave; you’re hoping he’ll say please
honey, tell me what is wrong
But you make it to your room, and he never said a word
So you know that what you had is gone.
Your holy manger is crumbling down
There is no savior to be found
When all the friends you’ve known, are strangers now anew
It’s time to know the stranger is you. . . the stranger is you.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth