Strange Days lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Strange Days lyrics There s a room inside my finger Where ghosts of authors linger There s a little man that whispers In a radio transmitter There s a lady on a spider With a baby s head beside her There s a voice inside my earlobe From a place the sidewalks don t go These are strange days! There s a man with an umbrella Who is smoking citronella And he sees fantastic visions Of a world outside my prison There s a fountain full of ashes And a snake beneath the grasses And he s asking everybody What makes them melancholy These are strange days! My language is patois Philosophy is in my boudoir My head s in Constantinople And my body s in a bubble I m a Rosicrucian Lackey In the ministry of Peculiar Things I will tell you my secret But only if you keep it These are strange days But enough about me, why don t you tell me about your day? song lyrics