Strange from Control by Emma Howett

You are just a sack of meat
Hanging in a chemical balance
Occupied by a ghost
That doesn't know how it got there

I need you to stay strange
I need you to stay wild, wild, wild
I need you to stay strange
I need you to stay strange

Skin burned, life turned in the wind
Dirty hair and petrol gin
What am I doing to help myself win?
I didn't realize this was a race

I need you to stay strange
I need you to stay wild, wild, wild
I need you to stay strange
I need you to stay strange

Don't let your circuits get burned out
It's easier when you have nothing
No money to drown in
Helicopters to crash in
Spaceships to lose sight of what really matters in
Magazines to be caught in
Skirts to be too short in
You'll never be younger than you are today
You won't find a quote to solve all of your problems
People were born to be strange

Be strange
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I will eat the sleeves of the records that you love
I will make them part of me
I will eat the sleeves of the records that you love
I will make them part of me
I will eat the sleeves of the records that you love
I will make them part of me

• Pop
• alternative pop rock
• electro pop
• female vocal
• power pop
• United Kingdom