Strange or be forgotten, by Temples temples


I was looking at the stars
Not the ones you’ve seen
Silently opaque through the silver limousine
Floating in the air
Powdering to preen
Chandeliers will crack
Crumble reconveen

Is there a pride before we fall?
Born of the night time
Wait in desire for something more
Bored of the night time

I don’t know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than

Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten