| She said I could never do that
|
| But I know you can, you are in my dream
|
| We are one person, not two of a kind
|
| And what was mine is now in your possession
|
| I could feel you underneath my skin
|
| As the wind rushed in, sent the kitchen table crashing
|
| She said, nobody move, or I’ll bring the house down
|
| I hardly know which way is up
|
| Or which way down
|
| People are strange
|
| God only knows
|
| I feel possessed when you come round
|
| It was one of those times wished
|
| I had a camera on me
|
| Six foot off the ground
|
| Well, I know how that sounds
|
| Look above you and beyond me too
|
| That kind of view don’t need an explanation
|
| I’m not lying, not asking for anything
|
| I just want to be there when it happens again
|
| I hardly know which way is up
|
| Or which way down
|
| People are strange
|
| God only knows
|
| I feel possessed when you come round
|
| Whenever you invade my home
|
| Everything I know flies out the window
|
| It’s above you and beyond me too
|
| I don’t want an explanation
|
| But I’ll be there when you bring the house down
|
| I hardly know which way is up
|
| Or which way down
|
| People are strange
|
| God only knows
|
| I feel possessed when you come round
|
| People are strange
|
| I feel possessed when you come round |