It's written in the paper head
Reading what the others said
With you, I barely know the line
But then you point it to me every time
Sometimes I feel just like a stranger
But then I feel the swelling tide
Getting close is always dangerous in the dark
Where the spark, comes shining in
We had it good, we had it easy
And do you wonder what we could have been?
And now your father thinks your crazy
For ever running with a boy like him
Sometimes I feel just like a stranger
But then I feel the swelling tide
Getting close is awfully dangerous in the dark
Where the spark, comes lighting in
I pass the old house on the weekdays
I see the neighbors playing in the drive
I keep a picture of the first day
Hidden in the basement of my mind
Sometimes I feel just like a stranger
But then I feel the swelling tide
Getting close is awfully dangerous in the dark
When the spark, comes crashing in
It comes crashing in
