Oh, I can look at strangers And I can rearrange them. Reflection cast right back at us. Can we still put our faith in saviors? No semi-mental journey. Oh, I can be the stranger and I will recreate my mind. So I'll find those that play there But can't trust half of my playthings, no The Stranger. Broken mirror; seven years. Well, that's some kind of luck. Shall I put my trust in strangers? Their shattered dreams falls into dust. I can't recall just what I'm after. Can't recall just what we're after, no. Oh, I can be the stranger and I will sink into those eyes. Yes, I will be the stranger, Get back to all that I've searched for. The Stranger. Broken mirror, seven years. Well, that's some kind of luck, That's some kind of luck. I thought you were my friend, but you are The Stranger.