These are the strange days
Life plays out
In the strangest way
I don't know where I stand
Always spinnin' 'round
Will I ever land?
If black is white and up is down
And I reach for the sky, will I find the ground?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
We are the strange ones
On the outside, on the sidelines
The castaways
I want what you want
To be alright, to be noticed
To find my place
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (these are, these, these are)
Ooh, ooh (these are), ooh (these are), ooh (these are, these are)
Ooh, ooh (these are), ooh, ooh, ooh (these are, these, these are)
Ooh, ooh (these are), ooh (these are), ooh (these are, these, these are)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (these are, these are, these days, are the strange ones)
Ooh, ooh (we are), ooh (these are), ooh (these days, we are the strange ones)
To be alright, to be noticed (we are the strange ones)
To be alright (be alright, be noticed, be alright)
To be alright, to be noticed (oh)
To be alright (be alright, be alright, gonna be alright)
Barren days, we lost our way
Hold on, my friend, hold on
When all is lost, we've all to gain
Hold on my friend, hold on
