Strange times in Casablanca when people pull down their shades

And its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why

We were to blame

Blame comes remorselessly transfixed

Like the sound of slamming doors

And doors have doors have doors have doors have doors

Like companions have pets they sleep in each other's mattresses

Like maggots in despair

And bleed in each other's nests and make a mess of each other's snares

Strange times in Casablanca

Strange times

They make some striking couples

They make some frustration of the call

And only those who are satisfied by friendship would even pay

Attention to it all

It comes like mail or telegrams

It comes expectant as a widow in heat as a widow in the searing heat

And that contentment of depression that delivers most of the time

But cannot help the styling of the horns in the shape of gargoyle

Broken prints savage fingers

Undertaken catamaran

Strange times in Casablanca

We've turned our back on it once before

And we can hear from across the waters what damage it will cause us

And you can smash once more

And they can smash once more

But I don't think anybody wants to smash anymore