Quality Strange

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