Strange Interiors
David Kincaid, Carl Funk
I look in her eyes
Like moonlight in a mirror
I look in here eyes
To strange interiors
She sleeps here in my arms
Breathing quietly
Somehow so far away
Even next to me
In this mystery
I never know when she'll disappear
I never know when she'll turn up here
New day comes my way
I wake to find here gone
No trace left in the place
I knew she'd be gone
The last chords of a song
Fading away on my radio
Slipping away, I wonder where she goes
I look in her eyes
Like moonlight in a mirror
I look in here eyes
To strange interiors
