Stranger In The House #2
There’s a stranger in my house
Behind me in the mirror
He looks like me
Ten years or so from now
He’s staring back at me
There’s panic in his eyes
A deep and cratered furrow
In his brow
He seems to know my name
He crawls inside my sleeping
He’s with me
Every moment I’m awake
Oh promise me son
Not to do the things I’ve done
It seems to me
A strange old point of view
The voice it sounds familiar
And I’ve used those words myself
But who the hell
Do I think I’m talking to?
This stranger seems to know me
He seems to know me well
Reminds me of my father
In some ways
I can’t say he’s a friend
But he’ll be there at the end
He’s with me
All the intervening days
Oh promise me son
Not to do the things I’ve done
It seems to me
A strange old point of view
The voice it sounds familiar
And I’ve used those words myself
But who the hell
Do I think I’m talking to?
There’s a sadness in that face
I almost recognise
It speaks of joy
But mostly of regret
The earth is getting nearer
There’s echoes in the hallway
The shadows lurk
But I ain’t seen ‘em yet
Oh promise me son
Not to do the things I’ve done
It seems to me
A strange old point of view
The voice it sounds familiar
And I’ve used those words myself
But who the hell
Do I think I’m talking to?
But who the hell
Do I think I’m talking to?
(lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2015)
