Stranger By The Minute

Ghosts in the park appear just after dark

Killers, children but no one has a harp

They look like tourists, it makes me want to laugh

Under floorboards, it's hard to fly a kite

Underwater, my cigarette won't light

Standing in the shade, I'm getting frostbite

Strange as I seem

I'm getting stranger by the minute

Look in my dreams

They're getting stranger by the minute

When I'm drowning, you drag me up to you

Rings in the water, my only residue

But you're just fiction and I'm a twisted boy