The Seventh Stranger.

Those words are all remainders,

Echos growing in the heart of twilight.

They lay back laughing at naivete's star.

Awaken all those whispers,

The dusty shadow of a passing favour.

I wouldnt say that you were ruthless or right

I couldnt see from so far.

Was I chasing after rainbows?

One thing for sure - you never answered when I called.

And I wiped away the water from my face

To look through the eyes of a stranger.

For rumours in the wake of such a lonely crowd

Trading in my shelter for danger.

I'm changing my name just as the sun goes down -

In the eyes of the stranger.

Can't tell the real from reflections

When all these faces look the same to me.

In every city such a desolate dream

Some days are strange to number

Some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger.

A year of sundays seems to have drifted right by

I could have sworn in one evening.

And I'm not seized in desperation,

No steel reproaches on the table from before.

But I still can feel those splinters of ice

I look through the eyes of a stranger.

I must be chasing after rainbows.

One thing for sure, you never answer when I call.

And I wipe away the water from my face

To look through the eyes of a stranger.

For rumours in the wake of such a lonely crowd

Trading in my shelter for danger.

I'm changing my name just as the sun goes down

Walking away like a stranger.

(Simon LeBon)