"What a strange day"

What a strange day
Maybe I was dreaming
Nothing seemed entirely awake
What uncertain light

What a strange night
It's dancing with the candle
Its atmosphere is---and drunk
You can cut it with a knife

What a strange life
Even as it's passing
Its hard to see it happening at all
Like a shadow on the wall

What a strange God
If everything is nothing
Then why is nothing ever what it seems
What a hidden kind of love

What a strange word
Just because you told it
Don't mean you told anything at all
Its better from a mime

And what a strange line
Wrapped around in letters
A drawing for a symbol for a sound
Its never right before its wrong

What a strange song
A heat to beat the rhythm
A brain to move the melody along
A tune of everybody's choice

What a strange voice
Coming from the speaker
Recorded on the twentieth of may
What a strange day