The Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets - Strange текст песни

It seemed natural—I'd look into it
Piece together that gap of memory
When I tried to track down some evidence,
The lack of it was more than a little
Strange
Strange
Strange
Strange

Burned up papers and wiped out hard drives and
Chipless cell phones and reticent neighbours
Did I plan out so carefully when to claim my faculties?
That's conveniently
Strange
Strange
Strange
Strange

This fax from Commodore Davey
—the Royal New Zealand Navy:
“The files you requested
are now classified.”

Parallels inside, layer on layer
Coincidences, inconsistencies
Somebody trashed my apartment
Spray-painted “STOP ASKING.”
I'm being shadowed by tattooed ESL shabaroons