Being new in a strange place
Where everything is pale
And the feeling is also strange
The land is stale
And hidden are people’s faces

The wind blows steadily
The swing, swings slowly
The streets are empty
The music plays silently
I sit, I stare at everything creepily

Houses are hidden behind the trees
Everything is old and un-seen
A place so still it seems
Like in the movies, it’s a mystery
It’s being new in a strange place you’ve never seen