Текст песни: The Doors. Strange Days.

Strange days have found us,
Strange days have tracked us down,
They're goin' to destroy our casual joys,
We shall go on playing or find a new town

Strange eyes fill strange rooms,
Voices will signal their tired end,
The hostess is grinning, her guests sleep from sinning,
Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone, bodies confused,
Memories misused,
As we run from the day to a strange night of stone