[Chorus]. A life as a stranger,. Hands through a wire,. Forbidden desires,. Are mine for life.. . Looking from a spiral staircase,. At a man with a suitcase,.
I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger.. It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime,. Judging by the style.. . He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane,.
Taking shelter by the standing stones. Miles from all that moves. Breathing solitude, seeking confidence. A gift to me. Feeling spirits never far removed.