The Curious Times These are curious times. Without any reason. Without any light, there are places to hide. These are curious times, When the cold television, reflects like a knife, at the scene of a crime They want your lives on the run Today in the headlines Written like traitors, under the gun Print on your fingers and trust in no one They want you damaged at home Afraid of the outside But, several encounters today have been won Will tomorrow's headline ring Like a shot in the dark These are curious times. When the heart's loud beating, covers the sounds of carousels of our past times. These are curious times. Refuse to believe it? Then count all the nights, your world's gone awry. The Curious Times won't let them leave