Strangers (2007)

A paper bag with cut-out holes Does nothing to make you unnoticeable A fly on the wall Blowing steam 'cause you can’t see That nothing you do or say makes you blank Makes you change Strangers all sit in line now on the sidewalks The air tasted stale as the silence settled down on their scene Nice to know that there’s nothing more to say Strangers all sit in line now on the sidewalk The air tasted stale as the silence settled down on their scene Nice to know that there’s nothing more to say