(Donelly, T. Gorman)



Will I be the stranger in your movie

Is there a place for me

In the patterns that glow on your skin and your clothes

Hold him

Hold his thin frame in your arms

When everything flows from his skin and his clothes



I'm flying so over it

Silverfish line in his pocket

Silver quick he leaves

(I don't want to know about your ill fated love affair)

Flying so over it

Flying so over your head



Hold him in your arms

When everything glows on his skin

I've been much stranger

I've watched you from afar

Now everything shows on my skin and my clothes



I'm flying so over it

Silverfish line in his pocket

Silver quick he leaves

(I don't want to hear about your poorly timed rock career)

Flying so over it

Flying so over your head