Text: Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. Strange.

When everyone was doing drugs,
we were just doing love
A stranger said you?re strange like me

Ana, our dreams are coming true

Don?t tell me that a day will come
when we dress like everyone
?cuz I can tell you?re strange like me

Don?t say the hour?s growing late
Don?t say we should be going straight
?cuz I can tell you?re strange like me

And dreams can still come true,
and it?s coming true for you