Little Joy
"With Strangers"

I bet you’re wondering how I knew
that this would come to an end
He stole your heart from you
so you tossed me out to the wind
I keep pretending not to care
Oh the winter scent in her hair
compels my hands to do
the things my heart wouldn’t dare
I’ll keep holding on to you
single years
perfecting lives with strangers
if only you
if only now

And in the twilight of the south
when fools are mistaken for men
this shadow suits me well
my regrets are faced in the end
I’ll keep holding on to you
single years
perfecting lives with strangers
if only you
if only now
I’ll keep holding on to you
single years
perfecting love with strangers
if only you
if only now