When I got back from fixing my hair

you were directing traffic

Letting your story slip on the snow as

if the transmission was automatic

It's arguable

that I shouldn't have been there

It was fortunate timing

I had a hole in the pocket

of my favourite coat

and my love dropped

into the lining

(Have you got your strange?)

Not on me. I haven't got my strange

(Have you got your strange?)

Not on me

You can't sleep

until you've sat

on the steps to weep

until you feel like

you've wept yeah

(As long as you don't forget your strange)

(Have you got your strange?)

No, not on me. I haven't got my strange

I've better fetch my strange

I haven't got my strange