Lyrics

To look upon you and feel nothing Why, that's a funny kind of feeling Yes I know, but I would rather Smile and pretend to know better Now I command you To be, to be A stranger unto me And waiting by an old bus stop I hear my name, and looking up Find only the leaves that coat the corner I've heard her voice one thousand times I long to hear our laughter Rhyme and ring across this moat that I have shoveled To ring across this ocean I have traveled Now I command you To be, to be A stranger unto me Oh, what's the matter with your song? You tried to sing, the words wеre wrong And when the harmony was hard to figurе I turned the guitar on its face And took my place upon the bed And realized you never were a singer Your song can only imitate another's What I've killed one hundred times Lives to haunt this mouth of mine Oh, I will strike one thousand times Across the ones I recognize Now I command you To be, to be A stranger unto me I'll ride again through this dead end One hundred alleys hidden in The foliage that lines the picket fences And maybe find for every single lonely heart that's hunting One hundred thousand secret hearts in waiting One hundred thousand slow and softly beating