Strange And Familiar
Between sheets again
Fighting off the avalanche.
There'll always be a place for you
In my dreams.
I know how you hate a hollow
So here you are again
With your paper and pen.
The Muse abuses my hospitality.
I thought I was free,
But you force an exit for my sorrow
Give me a hook
To hang my blues upon.
Strange and familiar.
Strange and familiar.
Strange and familiar
To me.
Pedlar your wares are wearing thin.
Some call it trial and error
Some call it sin.
You've shown me your mountain-range of joy
And all the love between a girl and boy
And all the passion of a woman and man.
Your shining pots and sparkling pans.
But now I've got to get some distance.
I'm looking out into the middle distance.
I think I've got a broken heart.
Well come on baby that's a place to start.
I've got to find me some middle ground.
What's the secret you've been around?
Some place between unsafe and sound?
Some place between your place and mine?
Something between profane and divine?
Strange and familiar.
Strange and familiar.
Strange and familiar
To me.
You said you'd take me to the centre.
So close we'd step inside the centre.
But here I am on the dot
Looking around at all the space that I've got
And all this space is crowding in on me.
Look I just don't see your vision.
Freedom feels like an open prison.
Get back to top security division.
'Cause there at least I know where I stand.
I built the place with my own hand.
I've got to rehabilitate my senses
Step back inside and resurrect the fences.
I can't let go that much I know.
Strange and familiar.
Strange and familiar.
Strange and familiar
To me.
The fining pot's for silver.
The furnace is for gold.
But a heart once melted
Soon grows cold.
So much of what I'd have sold my soul for
Blows unnoticed past an open door.
A divine sentence wanders in and arrests me.
And in these words I find salvation
At least a kind of consolation.
A song is middle ground to me
A tiny part locked up and set free.
Strange and familiar.
Strange and familiar.
Strange and familiar
To me.
So strange but familiar to me.
© Felicity Buirski December 1988