Strange Language Songtext / Lyric

Up on the bluff

Where i wish i was

Twisting up the pages of history

My cold feet dangling

My bony arms gesturing

To summon up a little chunk of that history



In the corridor... the shadows are long

And it messes with my equilibrium

And there's strains of a strange language






Up on the bluff

Where the hardwoods jut

Out toward the gusts of history

My crusty mind cracks

My restless heart tracks

The fractal lines of history



In the corridor... the shadows are long

And it messes with my equilibrium

And there's strains of a strange language



In the corridor... the shadows are long

And it messes with my equilibrium

And there's strains of a strange language