STRANGERS

We should leave this planet just so we can find our own world.
Maybe out on Saturn we can do things on our own terms, oh.
We could have a conversation at lunch.
Baby, we could spend a day how we wanted to.
We wouldn't have to lock the doors when we touch.
Just like it was back when we started.
I miss you every day. We're living in the same house.
Even with my arms out, you're so far away.
Somewhere in outer space, we might escape the danger that we're turning to strangers.
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah. Oh, we're turning to strangers.
Yesterday my phone sent me a picture of a memory.
Oh-oh, oh-oh. Christmas time in Brooklyn dated on December nineteenth, oh.