Strange days have found us,
Strange days have tracked us down,
They’re going to destroy our casual joys,
We shall go on playing or find a new town.

Strange eyes fill strange rooms,
Voices will signal their tired end,
The hostess is grinning, her guests sleep from sinning,
Hear me talk of sin and you know this it.

Strange days have found us,
And through their strange hours we linger,
alone, bodies confused, memories misused,
As we run from the day to a strange night of stone.