Bonnie 'Prince' Billy Strange Form of Life

A strange form of life
Kicking through windows, rolling on yards
Heading in loved ones'
Triggering eyes
A strange one

And a hard way to come
Into a cabin, into the weather
Into a path
Walking together
A hard one

And the softest lips ever
Twenty-five years of waiting to kiss them
Smiling and waiting
To bend down and kiss twice
The softest lips

And a dark little room
Across the nation, you found myself racing
Forgetting the strange
And the hard and the soft kiss
In the dark room

And a strange form of life
Kicking through windows, rolling on yards
Heading in loved ones'
Triggering eyes
A strange one