Strange Times
Kings and sons of god
Travel all the way to earth
Coming restless mile
Easing all of them, all of them for you
Strange times, here
Strange times, here
Scratch you in the square
Meant so much when we first met
People come from far and near
Bless them me, bless them everyone
Strange times, here
Strange times, here
Stay here to dry your tear
I will be the one
To pull you through the mirror
Before you come, before you come undone
Strange times, here
Strange times, here
Strange times, here
Strange times, here
Autor(es): The Black Keys
