Strange Form of Life - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

A strange form of life kicking through windows, rolling on yards

Heading in loved ones, triggering odds

A strange one

And a hard way to come into a cabin, into the weather

Into a path walking together

A hard one

And the softest lips ever, twenty-five years of waiting to kiss them

Smiling and waiting to bend down and kiss twice

The softest lips

And a dark little room across the nation, you found myself racing

Forgetting the strange and the hard and the soft kiss

In the dark room

And a strange form of life kicking through windows, rolling on yards

Heading in loved ones, triggering odds

A strange one