Like Strangers Do - Robert, George Pappas, Plastic Art Noise

You bring to me cherries from a cherry tree

Because you know that is what I like

You bring to me an orange from an orange tree

Because you know that is what I like

And so it feels absurd

That when we fight

We crack like glass

And feel like strangers do

Like strangers do

I bring to you myrrh and frankincense to burn

Because I know that is what you like

I bring to you shirts of silk for you to wear

Because I know that is what you like

And so it feels absurd

That when we fight

We crack like glass

And feel like strangers do

Like strangers do

And so it feels absurd

That when we fight

We crack like glass

And feel like strangers do

Like strangers do