Watsky - Strangers lyrics

[Chorus 1: Leah Goldman] Where are you going I don't mind I've k**ed my world and I've k**ed my time So where do I go what do I see I see many people coming after me So where are you going to I don't mind If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die So I will follow you wherever you go If your offered hand is still open to me Strangers on this road we are on We are not two we are one [Verse 1: Watsky] I wanna love with flames that lick the dark Give me the dying explosion of a sinking star No constellation of dull and blinking sparks I think of what my love would want and try to fit the part, but I rarely hit the mark These days I sleep in fits and starts guarding trying to weed this garden of these scars Digging through a pile of discarded hearts They're shaped like boomerangs who we tossed into the wind and hoped they circle back My heart is more arrow, travelling the straight retreating track But if it goes tumbling over the horizon and clear around the planet it'll still return in time And I'll be in California waiting I will hold the line [Chorus 2: Leah Goldman] So you've been where I've just come From the land that brings losers on So we will share this road we walk And mind our mouths and beware our talk 'Till peace we find tell you what I'll do All the things I own I will share with you If I feel tomorrow like I feel today We'll take what we want and give the rest away Strangers on this road we are on We are not two we are one [Verse 2: Watsky] These rushing highs and crushing lows Blushing glows on crushes Roses then blunted blows We clutch each other like we're crutches Trade punches then wipe each other's bloody noses as we stumble roads and stub our toes To what we go nobody knows We're lying on the butcher block together hoping Holding hands and watching the gleaming cleaver draw nearer in slow motion Throwing pebbles over the side of the well and waiting forever for the echo Lying in bed and wondering how far the blackness stretches outside our window Together is not a strong enough word for the opposite of alone The relief of finally feeling understood Each other's arms are home [Chorus 3: Leah Goldman] Holy man and holy priest This love of life makes me weak at my knees And when we get there make your play 'Cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away In a promised lie you made us believe For many men there is so much grief And my mind is proud but it aches with rage And if I live too long I'm afraid I'll die Strangers on this road we are on We are not two we are one Strangers on this road we are on We are not two we are one