I´ve been walking through my mind this morning
But I don´t recognize these winding roads
All the buildings feel small and there´s nobody in them
Is there no hope at all of getting home?

There´s a lonely park bench in the center of my head
And I sit for a while to count the trees
There´s thirty-two strong, but the wind is rarely blowing
I´m in a film stuck on pause that won´t unfreeze

Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
And hiding up my sleeve

If there´s a god, I hope she´s grinning
Like a child sweetly singing
Is there a monster underneath her bed?
Can you wake me so softy
With a kiss and a black coffee?

So the cycle goes round and round again

Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
And hiding up my sleeve

Anything can change ya
Dressing like a stranger
Running from my failure
And hiding up my sleeve (stranger)
(Stranger)