What a strange day Maybe I was dreaming Nothing seemed entirely awake What uncertain light What a strange night It's dancing with the candle Its atmosphere is---and drunk You can cut it with a knife What a strange life Even as it's passing Its hard to see it happening at all Like a shadow on the wall What a strange god If everything is nothing Then why is nothing ever what it seems What a hidden kind of love What a strange word Just because you told it Don't mean you told anything at all Its better from a mime And what a strange line Wrapped around in letters A drawing for a symbol for a sound Its never right before its wrong What a strange song A heat to beat the rhythm A brain to move the melody along A tune of everybody's choice What a strange voice Coming from the speaker Recorded on the twentieth of may What a strange day