I was looking at the stars Not the ones you've seen Silently opaque through the silver limousine Floating in the air Powdering to preen Chandeliers will crack Crumble reconveen Is there a pride before we fall? Born of the night time Wait in desire for something more Bored of the night time I don't know what to take now I will wait for the upward feeling Meant to be any day now Will I ever be something more than Strange, strange or be forgotten Abstain from the passing fashion If fame is really an illusion then Be strange, strange or be forgotten I am living in the past Future came to me Caught up in the tide of a distant memory Coming to the fore Waiting to reveal Caught up in the time of a different century Myriad eyes You were alive for the first time Elegant smile You were revived for the last time I don't know what to take now I will wait for the upward feeling Meant to be any day now Will I ever be something more than Strange, strange or be forgotten Abstain from the passing fashion If fame is really an illusion then Be strange, strange or be forgotten