A funny little heart in a funny little box Never take it out 'cos it might get dropped Bottle up and hide tell a little lie If you must, if you must See the crooked man try and walk a crooked mile See the crooked lady with her crooked little smile They see us as they pass and they don't know what they make of us To make of us
'Cos you and I, you and I, you and I We see a stranger side of things You and I, you and I, you and I We dream a stranger kind of dream We walk the weird side of the street
Get an education, get a job, get a life A little white fence and the feeling you've arrived Sit yourself down take a look around and give up And give up Save up all the pennies and then spend 'em in the shops Everybody's truckin' till the day they're gonna stop They're from another planet and they dunno what they make of us To make of us
You and I, you and I, you and I We see a stranger side of things You and I, you and I, you and I We dream a stranger kind of dream We walk the weirdest side of the street
Of the street
Stop what you're doing take your eyes off the screen You've always got a feeling but you don't know what it means Step across a line with an open mind and let go And let go
You and I, you and I, you and I We see a stranger side of things You and I, you and I, you and I We dream a stranger kind of dream We walk the weirdest side of the street
Compositores: Gabrielle Ann Aplin (PRS), Tom MckineyEditores: Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS), Polygram Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2012 e lançado em 2013 (27/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #6664568 e fonograma #6135739 em 04/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM