Photo of the artist The Church

For A Moment We're Strangers

The Church


In the empty place the soul stripped bare
Of skins and heart and I come apart
In your icy hands
I forget my role, as I stare into your soul

In the empty place you change your mind
You change your clothes you change your pose
For a perfect fit
I forget the cast, as I stare into your past

For a moment we're strangers
For a minute you look away
For a second or always
For an instant another day
Such strange things you say

In the empty place we dress our wounds
Collect our coats, and a window gloats
Above a street
I prepare my case, as I stare into your face

Just one me one you
This world contains a few
Is it true, is it truly new
Are we through the stolen door once more

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