Strange Days

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing or find a new town
Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal the tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
You hear me talk of sin and doom now
This is it
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours we linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day to our strange night of stone