Somewhere deep in the darkness, just out of sight
Someone hidden in the silence, spoiling for a fight
You're jumping at shadows, at footsteps in the night
Strange days, strange ways, strange days, strange ways
Just a tap on a window, just a key in a lock
The creak of a floorboard, the tick of a clock
You're jumping at shadows, you're in a state of shock
Strange days, strange ways, strange days, strange ways
You're hanging by a thread, you're on the razor's edge
But it's mainly in your head. It's getting stranger!
You're feeling tired, but you can't sleep
Urban paranoia, it's buried so deep
You're jumping at shadows, instеad of counting sheep
Strange days, stange ways, strange days, strangе ways
You're hanging by a thread, you're on the razor's edge
But it's mainly in your head. It's getting stranger!
Strange days, strange ways, strange days, strange ways
Strange Ways was written by Peter Dunton.