The Strange Ones

Age for the old man is nothing
Running through town, bones on skin
All is seen and all is his if he so desires
His is fortune

Be me
Have me
Fight for me
Teach me
Shake me
Speak for me

Dressed in skin he runs for us
Dressed in skin he lives for us
Dressed in skin he grows young

It's all here to inspire you/where's the inspiration?

Where is my spine?
What are all these things we must do?
My heart goes to the strange ones
They are everyone's (and)
Make us uncomfortable!

Time for the young girl lacking age
When insulted she fought back
All is seen and all is hers if she so desires
Hers is fortune

Be me
Have me
Fight for me
Teach me
Shake me
Speak for me

In the trees lie true romance
In the trees we will remain
In the trees we grow old

It's all here to inspire you/where's the inspiration?

Where is my spine?
What are all these things we must do?
My heart goes to the strange ones
They are everyone's (and)
Make us uncomfortable