[00:00.00] 作词 : Bagshaw/Walmsley
[00:01.00] 作曲 : James Bagshaw
[00:21.27]I was looking at the stars
[00:23.62]Not the ones you've seen
[00:25.72]Silently opaque through the silver limousine
[00:29.71]Floating in the air
[00:31.86]Powdering to preen
[00:33.90]Chandeliers will crack
[00:35.80]Crumble reconveen
[00:37.64]
[00:37.99]Is there a pride before we fall?
[00:42.69]Born of the night time
[00:46.14]Wait in desire for something more
[00:50.98]Bored of the night time
[00:54.03]I don't know what to take now
[00:57.77]I will wait for the upward feeling
[01:02.11]Meant to be any day now
[01:05.93]Will I ever be something more than
[01:09.78]Strange, strange or be forgotten
[01:17.15]Abstain from the passing fashion
[01:25.39]If fame is really an illusion then
[01:33.52]Be strange, strange or be forgotten
[01:51.18]I am living in the past
[01:53.43]Future came to me
[01:55.48]Caught up in the tide of a distant memory
[01:59.58]Coming to the fore
[02:01.67]Waiting to reveal
[02:03.66]Caught up in the time of a different century
[02:08.44]Myriad eyes
[02:12.06]You were alive for the first time
[02:16.20]Elegant smile
[02:20.05]You were revived for the last time
[02:24.03]I don't know what to take now
[02:27.72]I will wait for the upward feeling
[02:32.02]Meant to be any day now
[02:35.70]Will I ever be something more than
[02:38.96]Strange, strange or be forgotten
[02:47.03]Abstain from the passing fashion
[02:55.16]If fame is really an illusion then
[03:03.40]Be strange, strange or be forgotten

作词 : Bagshaw/Walmsley
作曲 : James Bagshaw
I was looking at the stars
Not the ones you've seen
Silently opaque through the silver limousine
Floating in the air
Powdering to preen
Chandeliers will crack
Crumble reconveen
Is there a pride before we fall?
Born of the night time
Wait in desire for something more
Bored of the night time
I don't know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than
Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten
I am living in the past
Future came to me
Caught up in the tide of a distant memory
Coming to the fore
Waiting to reveal
Caught up in the time of a different century
Myriad eyes
You were alive for the first time
Elegant smile
You were revived for the last time
I don't know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than
Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten