it’s so strange what happens to me, it’s so strange
is it random circumstance, or is it all arranged
the dripping tap, the leaking love
the spirit forces drive
the broken cannons cracking skull
the knives and forks of lives
it’s so strange what happens to me,
it’s so strange – how can it be
a nightmare and a railway train
a circle passing through my grave
a helicopters coffee cup
a bracelets broken string
an open gate, a distant voice
a jet planes missing wing
a carnival at night-time
a bloodstain in a car
a fingerprint, a twisted key
a butterfly in a jar
a ladder to a window
a trapdoor by the sea
a comic in a dressing room
a madman running free
it’s so strange what happens to me
as if it had happened before
is it random circumstance
or is it something more
