Favourite Stranger

Favourite Stranger

Some times I feel I lost something
In gaining everything,
But I can’t put my finger on what it was,
It’s just one of those nagging feelings,
Like sitting with your back to an open door
Waiting on a favourite stranger.

I find it hard to talk about, its not easy
As you might expect
Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept
That there’s something missing,
That there’s something not quite there
And that’s why you’re sitting there.
Listening to me as I try to explain that

chorus: You’re my favourite stranger
But don’t read between the lines,
I could say that I love you at this moment
In passing time,

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