Strangers in a Dream

You love your rhythm and poetry

I love my sins

My international mystery

I let you in

You hate the odd gap between my teeth

I love your curls

Your skin I want to get underneath

My pin-up girl

Let's make out

On the cover of magazines

We'll be king and queen

Let's get lost

In the forest of gold and green

We're strangers in a dream

You love your bags of potato chips

I love them too

So who'll make the next refrigerator trip?

It's always you

I hate your long list of exes

You love my eyes

Our clothes, we share, they are unisex

Lovers in disguise

How do we go?

How do we go? Yeah

How do we go?

Let's make out

On the cover of magazines

We'll be king and queen

Let's get lost

In the forest of gold and green

We're strangers in a dream