(Difford/Tilbrook) 



Acid casualties and angry young men  

The litmus test of a guitar and pen  

Revolve around date sheets lost lonely rooms  

And this is my home and I will leave soon  

For a house with a tower  

Where there's visiting hours  

And the day leaves its taste on a spoon  

The black eye of the camera bruised by my blush  

Leaves another chin and another hair cut  

The image in focus the shot aims to kill  

And I'm cropped at the waist as I run through the mill  

So I'm lost for an encore  

The kodachrome wants more  

Now I'm snapped with my head in the still  



The contract's been signed with a stroke of my blood  

I'm drowned by the name that sinks in the mud  

Thrown from emotion to swim back to the shore  

Where the sound of a drum beats time to applause  

Now my life's in danger  

Of ending up stranger  

Than the stranger who walked on the shore  



Stranger than the stranger  

Who walks by my bed  

Shares in my life  

Lives although dead  

Stranger than the stranger I am sure  

Stranger than the stranger on the shore