What A Strange Day

What a strange day
Maybe I was dreaming
Nothing seemed entirely awake
What uncertain light

What a strange night
It's dancing with the candle
The atmosphere is scandalous and drunk
And you could cut it with a knife

What a strange life
Even as it’s passing
It's hard to see it happening at all
Like a shadow on the wall

What a strange god
If everything is nothing
Then why is nothing ever what it seems
What a hidden kind of love

What a strange word
Just because you told it
Don't mean you told anything at all
It’s better from a mime

And what a strange line
Wrapped around in letters
A drawing of a symbol for a sound
It's nevеr right before its wrong

What a strange song
A hеart to beat the rhythm
A brain to move the melody along
A tune of everybody's choice

What a strange voice
Coming from the speaker
Recorded on the twentieth of May
What a strange day