Strangers

[Chorus 1: Leah Goldman]

Where are you going I don't mind

I've killed my world and I've killed my time

So where do I go what do I see

I see many people coming after me

So where are you going to I don't mind

If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die

So I will follow you wherever you go

If your offered hand is still open to me

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one

[Verse 1: Watsky]

I wanna love with flames that lick the dark

Give me the dying explosion of a sinking star

No constellation of dull and blinking sparks

I think of what my love would want and try to fit the part, but I rarely hit the mark

These days I sleep in fits and starts guarding trying to weed this garden of these scars

Digging through a pile of discarded hearts

They’re shaped like boomerangs who we tossed into the wind and hoped they circle back

My heart is more arrow, travelling the straight retreating track

But if it goes tumbling over the horizon and clear around the planet it’ll still return in time

And I’ll be in California waiting

I will hold the line

[Chorus 2: Leah Goldman]

So you've been where I've just come

From the land that brings losers on

So we will share this road we walk

And mind our mouths and beware our talk

'Till peace we find tell you what I'll do

All the things I own I will share with you

If I feel tomorrow like I feel today

We'll take what we want and give the rest away

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one

[Verse 2: Watsky]

These rushing highs and crushing lows

Blushing glows on crushes

Roses then blunted blows

We clutch each other like we’re crutches

Trade punches then wipe each other’s bloody noses as we stumble roads and stub our toes

To what we go nobody knows

We’re lying on the butcher block together hoping

Holding hands and watching the gleaming cleaver draw nearer in slow motion

Throwing pebbles over the side of the well and waiting forever for the echo

Lying in bed and wondering how far the blackness stretches outside our window

Together is not a strong enough word for the opposite of alone

The relief of finally feeling understood

Each other’s arms are home

[Chorus 3: Leah Goldman]

Holy man and holy priest

This love of life makes me weak at my knees

And when we get there make your play

'Cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away

In a promised lie you made us believe

For many men there is so much grief

And my mind is proud but it aches with rage

And if I live too long I'm afraid I'll die

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one