Sangtekst: George. Polyserena. Strange Days.

an old lady helps me as I'm crossing the road
she sees the direction and the weight of my load
she points to a man taking peace to the poor
and a record is broken by the arm of the law

and you and I as we skate, pitch or ride
we seek our adventures in the places we hide
the pendulum dances, opinion poles swing
not to mention the meaning of contemporary things

PRE-CHORUS
we're chasing the feeling that our money can't buy
our pocket books empty but we're ready to try

CHORUS
on strange days everything is stranger
and don't I know nothing comes without danger
on strange days everything is stranger
don't I know nothing comes without danger


drowning not waving in a film title end
our mothers and fathers have postcards to send
we calculate the loss and unfortunate things
and the healthy economy that good warfare brings

PRE-CHORUS
we're chasing the feeling that our money can't buy
our pocket books empty but we're ready to try

CHORUS
on strange days everything is stranger
and don't I know nothing comes without danger
on strange days everything is stranger
don't I know nothing comes without danger