The Comfort Of Strangers

I'm jam packed full of movie clips and other junk TV shows and videos and another whole bunch of stuff It's like a snippet of a song that no longer belongs And I'm looking to the comfort of strangers It's noisy and disjointed in this tangled mess I'm jarred and jangling on a raw and jagged edge It's like a picture that has faded the colours have all blurred And I'm drawn to the comfort of strangers. And I see myself lying in your arms When I close my eyes at night No complex conversation Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers I'm fit to burst with CD tracks and stereo Coupled with bad memories that just never seem to go And you'd have think that I'd learnt that I always get burned When I take refuge in the comfort of strangers Still I see myself lying in your arms When I close my eyes at night No complex conversation Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers Oh lead me not into temptation To fight these feelings of frustration I want a stillness inside and a silence of mind And to stop dreaming of the comfort of strangers