Strangers

I pressed my ear to your chest
And heard something personal.
A whisper that knew my name.
Is this how your heart treats all strangers?
Whith love and affection?
Then I feel cold and empty.

I've got a sense of urgency.
I've got to make this happen.
No stone unturned.

I've got a sense of urgency.
I've got to make something happen.
No stone unturned.

I held your hand while you were sleeping
The whole night you griped to mine.
A grip that begged me to stay.
Is this how your limbs treat all strangers?
With love and affection?
Then I feel weak and empty.

I've got a sense of urgency.
I've got to make this happen.
No stone unturned.

I've got a sense of urgency.
I've got to make something happen.
No stone unturned.

Strangers don't hide.
The morning hunts you down.
And there's nothing stranger
Than to love someone.

Strangers don't hide.
The morning hunts you down.
And there's nothing stranger
Than to love someone.

I heard the water beat at your skin
A shower of discipline, as havy as iron.
And I imagined the hand that gripped mine.
Now gripping the gaps in the tiles.
Just holding on tight.