Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees...
It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh?
She opened up a book of poems and handed it to me written by an Italian poet from the 13th century and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.