Strangeland (Dallas Sketch / 2011)

Lover I remember
Laying out our map
Throwing our possessions in the van
Your tapes piled on the backseat
And a camera in your hand
Dressed for our arrival in the Strangeland
Strangeland blind
You got no reason, you got no rhyme
You give no time
To put things right, to put things right
Screamed like fearless children
As we raced across wet sand
And leapt into the waters of the Strangeland
And now it seems that I have time to forget you
Well that's not what I had planned
And you still want more from me
When I've given you all I have
Strangeland blind
You got no reason, you got no rhyme
You give no time
To put things right, to put things right
Strangeland dreams
You've got no mercy for fools like me
You give no time
To put things right, to put things right
You wound a rope around me
Tied the knots with your old man
The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the Strangeland