Strangers

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This motion sensor light can talk to me.

It tells me that I might have to be leaving.

An unresponsive tap is trying to tell me that my hands are clean enough already.

Perfect jeans with shallow pockets, chasing dreams starting miles away.

Dotting I's, getting bleached by the sun. The last light of a holiday.

The way you smiled at me when you were lying.

They said I shouldn't, but good heavens, I might pick a fight with a hard-kicking dandy.

His roundhouse monk shoes shine in the light.

One foot inside the lift, one leg out.

Were we designed to have opinions?

Or is my office for the day a place where people gather to work weekdays?

Wearing jeans with shallow pockets, chasing dreams starting miles away.

Dotting I's, getting bleached by the sun. The last light of a holiday.

I'm on the phone stuck on hold to an actor.

So close to leaving the procession behind.

On set making Hollywood movies. Speak to me and I'm forgetting the lines.

Business in this town does not concern strangers or drifters.

If you're not familiar, maybe you shouldn't be living here.

Hiding in the hills from players, witch fox in the night.

Burning torches show where I'm to go get inside.

At the phone stuck on hold to an actor. So close to leaving the procession behind.

On set making Hollywood movies.

Speak to me and I'm forgetting the- The way you smiled on me when I was crying.

They said I shouldn't, but good heavens, I might pick a fight with a hard-kicking dandy. His roundhouse monk shoes shine in the-

Wearing jeans with shallow pockets, chasing dreams starting miles away.

Dotting I's, getting bleached by the sun. The last light of a holiday.

On the phone stuck on hold to an actor. So close to leaving the procession behind.

On set making Hollywood movies.

Speak to me and I'm forgetting the lines.