well lost little lamb is it a sleight of hand and you re a talking in tongues i can t understand and im feeling strange who are these two sleeping people we ve been awake for too long spinning out in delirium oh oh but who are we now who are these strangers dancing your lips are on my ear youre whispering sweet nothings and the sweetest things but theye still just nothing and i owe you more than i have i thought that this was forever so so long my little stranger dancing alone in the crowded room all i can see is you fading out fading out oh dont fade all the way i need to see your face and who are we now who are these strangers dancing your lips are on my ear and i swear i can hear but when i open my eyes you seem to have disappeared where you even here at all my little stranger dancing 