Outsiders

The only ones that I remember, the outsidersThey called me on a winter dayAnd told me they just had been wandering, the outsidersAnd came in for a change.Once we had the rightTo spend the days and fight (find?)Showing photographs, nowWe will need another train.Once we were the nightAnd watched in black and whiteShowing hurricanes, nowWe will creep across the street.And all of our thoughts in the water, the outsidersAre lost in the ignoranceAnd all the seasons always changing, for the outsidersIt all remains unchanged.