Words and music by Erik Moore.

It was a beautiful morning
The sun was out
I remember it well.

I stood very still
In that dark twisted place
I knew the way out

The music was loud
As I closed the door
My thoughts were so bright

I walked through the trees,
It was so serene
The end of a dream

I don't really know why it came looking for me in that place
Silence surrounded
the petrified look on its face.

Who was the stranger,
Could it be me?

Who was the stranger?

I'd seen it before, somewhere else, I was sure,
A long time ago.
I looked into its eyes, it seemed quite surprised,

I don't really know if it came looking for me
Silence surrounded
the petrified look on its face.

and the wind stroked the leaves
and the wind stroked the leaves.

Who was the stranger,
Could it be me?

Who was the stranger,
Could it be me?

Who was the stranger?