Lover, I remember laying out a map
Throwing our possessions in the van
Your tapes piled on the backseat

And a camera in your hand
Dressed for our arrival in the Strangeland


Strangeland blind
You got no reason
You got no rhyme

You get no time to put things right
To put things right


You drove across the border
As the winter rains ran dry
And, only fit for birdsong, filled the sky

You threw your head back
Screaming as we raced across wet sand
And leapt into the waters of the Strangeland


Strangeland blind
You got no reason

You got no rhyme
You get no time to put things right
To put things right


You wound the rope around me
And you pulled the knots in tight

And shook me like a bad dream from your sight
And now the things I've done to forget you
Well, it's not what I had planned

The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the Strangeland

Strangeland blind

You got no reason
You got no rhyme
You get no time to put things right

To put things

Strangeland dreams

You tore my baby away from me
We get no time to put things right
To put things right


You get no time to put things right
To put things right

To put things right
To put things right