Strange days ahead Superstition dying in my head I've been planning my escape Long term complication Won't you take the time and listen to the story? You could feel the mellow way we feel the you Won't you ride the stormy weather? To a time when just was going just to care Strange days ahead Superstition dying in my head Sail on sailor, go between her Wanna pay enough to heave her Feeling, running, soul unclustered Full of lively, sit on mine Way away to a greater unknown But you never cross this way again No, no Get it up, for another ten quid I can fuck you up It's so beautiful No, no, no, no