The Strangers

The Strangers - St. Vincent (安妮·克拉克)

Lover, I don't play to win

Befall the thrill until I'm spent

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker

I threw flowers in your face on my sister's wedding day

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker

You showed up with a black eye looking to go start a fight

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker

Playboys under your mattress, like I wouldn't notice

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker

What do I share?

What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I sleep

Desperate don't look good on you, neither does your virtue

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker

Good souls have won better sons, better sons were worse once

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker

What do I share?

What do I keep from all the stranger who sleep where I sleep

You showed up with a black eye looking to finish a fight

Lover, I don't play to win

Befall the thrill until I'm spent

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker