[Verse 1]
"Mistreat me darling and I might just disappear"
Upon a freighter running dark out of Algiers
Put tiny grains in children's tears
While taking 25% of all those flashbulbs and mementos
From the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers
I saw my baby talking to a man today
Speaking softly in a confidential way
I saw a shadow pull his glove off
As a bluebird flew over, life's no pleasure when you doubt the one you love
Who are all these strangers?
[Bridge]
I never will go back again
Go back into the past, the flood is rising fast
You can break the window and look down
Into the muddy glass for it's a mirror or a lens to burn
[Verse 2]
Now there's a deal done in Benghazi and Belgrade
Upon a scimitar or other crooked blade
Ransacks and loots, vacated suits
And a pistol points but never shoots
An army sitting in a locomotive yard without their boots
Upstairs your man is painting rain out in the street
Imagines women that he's destined still to meet
He's trying to sidetrack one to count on
Caught somewhere between a countess and a courtesan
There's only love to feign and then it's gone
Who are all these strangers?
"Mistreat me darling and I might just disappear"
Upon a freighter running dark out of Algiers
Put tiny grains in children's tears
While taking 25% of all those flashbulbs and mementos
From the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers
I saw my baby talking to a man today
Speaking softly in a confidential way
I saw a shadow pull his glove off
As a bluebird flew over, life's no pleasure when you doubt the one you love
Who are all these strangers?
[Bridge]
I never will go back again
Go back into the past, the flood is rising fast
You can break the window and look down
Into the muddy glass for it's a mirror or a lens to burn
[Verse 2]
Now there's a deal done in Benghazi and Belgrade
Upon a scimitar or other crooked blade
Ransacks and loots, vacated suits
And a pistol points but never shoots
An army sitting in a locomotive yard without their boots
Upstairs your man is painting rain out in the street
Imagines women that he's destined still to meet
He's trying to sidetrack one to count on
Caught somewhere between a countess and a courtesan
There's only love to feign and then it's gone
Who are all these strangers?
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