Stranger

Woken to see You're not what you used to be So I've a favor for you Tell me, my stranger, what to do Sing me a song of the olden days Tell me a tale when we used to play Recite a poem of the sun outside Whistle a tune of the birds and prey Draw a story in the mud and clay Tell me again of the sun outside These wounds won't heal Do you ache for what I feel? Would lies be easy for you? Tell me, my stranger, is this true? Sing me a song of the olden days Tell me a tale when we used to play (Woken to see) Recite a poem of the sun outside (You're not what you used to be) Whistle a tune of the birds and prey Draw a story in the mud and clay (So I've a favor for you) Tell me again of the sun outside (Tell me, my stranger, what to do) Sing me a song of the olden days Tell me a tale when we used to play Recite a poem of the sun outside Whistle a tune of the birds and prey Draw a story in the mud and clay Tell me again of the sun outside And all I want you to be Is more than what we see We're not what we used to be And that's all right with me Still, I feel bittersweet Nothing more to eat Still, I feel bittersweet Nothing makes me sleep Woken to see (Still, I feel bittersweet) You're not what you used to be Woken to see (Still, I feel bittersweet) Woken to see You're not what you used to be