Strange Invitation - Beck

I been drifting along in the same stale shoes

Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind

If you thought that you were making your way

To where the puzzles and pagans lay

I’ll put it together: It’s a strange invitation

When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones

And we will rise in the cool of the evening

I remember the way that you smiled

When the gravity shackles were wild

And something is vacant when I think it’s all beginning

I been drifting along in the same stale shoes

Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind

If you thought that you were making your way

To where the puzzles and pagans lay

I’ll put it together: It’s a strange invitation