(DiffordTilbrook)



Acid casualties and angry young men

The litmus test of a guitar and pen

Revolve around date sheets lost lonely rooms

And this is my home and I will leave soon

For a house with a tower

Where there's visiting hours

And the day leaves its taste on a spoon

The black eye of the camera bruised by my blush

Leaves another chin and another hair cut

The image in focus the shot aims to kill

And I'm cropped at the waist as I run through the mill

So I'm lost for an encore

The kodachrome wants more

Now I'm snapped with my head in the still



The contract's been signed with a stroke of my blood

I'm drowned by the name that sinks in the mud

Thrown from emotion to swim back to the shore

Where the sound of a drum beats time to applause

Now my life's in danger

Of ending up stranger

Than the stranger who walked on the shore



Stranger than the stranger

Who walks by my bed

Shares in my life

Lives although dead

Stranger than the stranger I am sure

Stranger than the stranger on the shore