folded sheets, glasses cracking
a row of bags, waiting to get in
the forgotten candles, a wooden shelf of books
the running clock, delaying tears
we got on a road to the stranger\'s city, a colourful world, black and white within
waking up to walls like an empty street on a curfew night, stuck to the bed as from where it starts from where it begins
this stranger\'s city is a fascination, as we hover the tall buildings in daydreams, but a denial as i breathe the air
the footprints on the road, will it ever remember? like my city with a cherished memory
as i pack the bags back to return to \'my\' city, i take the same old me and not a stranger from stranger\'s city
not mine, not yours, but a stranger\'s cityfolded sheets, glasses cracking
a row of bags, waiting to get in
the forgotten candles, a wooden shelf of books
the running clock, delaying tears
we got on a road to the stranger\'s city, a colourful world, black and white within
waking up to walls like an empty street on a curfew night, stuck to the bed as from where it starts from where it begins
this stranger\'s city is a fascination, as we hover the tall buildings in daydreams, but a denial as i breathe the air
the footprints on the road, will it ever remember? like my city with a cherished memory
as i pack the bags back to return to \'my\' city, i take the same old me and not a stranger from stranger\'s city
not mine, not yours, but a stranger\'s city