People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest.
I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest, That I meet in the summer.
Indian summer.
That I meet in the summer.
Indian summer.
I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest.
Doors – Indian Summer
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don’t want to fight
I’m tired of being sorry
I’m standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake
My love is taller, taller than the empire state
It dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean
I can’t give you more than that, surely you want me back
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
that I still want you
and I want you to want me too
