Tekst:
Mike Suby

[VERSE 1] I'm not a stranger, no I am yours. With crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore. A fragile frame aged with misery. And when our eyes

I saw your face in the crowd Everyone dancing I asked if they knew your name They couldn't see you Thought I'd walk over Stood there right next to you

I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention You keep