Strangers

The clouds were high in a summer sky, when we met finally, you and I

To anyone looking in, it seemed a nothing kind of thing

A faded curtain on a plastic rail, a black and white picture of the queen

And an old lady and a child, on whom her frail arm leans

We may be strangers

But this heart beats because of yours

Ooh, let us be strangers no more

Our faces met across the years, I could spy the shine of tears

Time and fate were cruel to you