Johnson It's quality strange, settled in its own fictitious ways Time for a breath, to strangle a change As lost as we get, we never get to unfamiliar codes The shadows will switch but the day is the same. I perfect resistance in ways All scattered lines and rehearsals for what you'd say. Tell me the same, spell it out in red and silver lines On 35, I'll see you on time It's easy to lose when you're feeling tangled in the fray Time for a change but the day is the same. I perfect resistance in ways All scattered lines and rehearsals for what you'd say. It's fine just to kick these things in line ‘Til the damage just sticks in its own permanent way. It's strange.