[00:00.000] 作词 : Pal Waaktaar[00:01.000] 作曲 : Pal Waaktaar[00:28.071]He likes to have the morning paper crossword solved[00:35.174]Words go up, words come down[00:36.642]Forwards, backwards, twisted 'round[00:41.114]He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase[00:45.213]Disappears into an office, it's another working day[00:50.784]And his thoughts are full of strangers[00:56.835]Corridors of naked lights[01:03.475]And his mind once full of reason[01:10.366]Now there's more than meets the eye[01:17.550]Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him[01:22.996]He likes a bit of reading on the subway home[01:29.789]A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows[01:36.635]At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door[01:40.030]Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door[01:45.841]And his thoughts are full of strangers[01:51.288]And his eyes too numb to see[01:58.200]And nothing that he knows of[02:05.083]And nowhere where he's been[02:12.050]Was ever quite like this[02:44.844]And his thoughts are full of strangers[02:51.592]Corridors of naked lights[02:58.512]And his mind once full of reason[03:05.351]Now there's more than meets the eye[03:12.321]Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him[03:31.707]And at heart, he's full of strangers[03:37.878]Dodging on his train of thought[03:45.453]Train of thought