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Perfect Strangers

(Michael Joy)
September, 2005
Michael Joy
Perfect Strangers

I don’t understand but guess I’m learning
A space here must be made for new love to grow
That’s why you turn ‘round like you don’t know me
And warn me with your eyes don’t come close
So we’ll play the old game
Of perfect strangers
Deny the why and where
Of what has been
Burn all the days
And what won’t burn away
Let it stay
Perfectly strange
I see how the cold rules every ending
Pretend a protocol of fond farewell
And this too is a dance made for forgetting
Amnesia rules the heart while under its spell
While we play the old game
Of perfect strangers
Deny the why and where
Of what has been
Burn all the days
And what won’t burn away
Must remain
Perfectly strange