(Donelly, T. Gorman)
Will I be the stranger in your movie
Is there a place for me
In the patterns that glow on your skin and your clothes
Hold him
Hold his thin frame in your arms
When everything flows from his skin and his clothes
I'm flying so over it
Silverfish line in his pocket
Silver quick he leaves
(I don't want to know about your ill fated love affair)
Flying so over it
Flying so over your head
Hold him in your arms
When everything glows on his skin
I've been much stranger
I've watched you from afar
Now everything shows on my skin and my clothes
I'm flying so over it
Silverfish line in his pocket
Silver quick he leaves
(I don't want to hear about your poorly timed rock career)
Flying so over it
Flying so over your head
