Lovers From Strangers

The universe moves in ways
We cannot fathom -
UFOs spin through skies
Ghosts haunt memories.
Creaking floorboards
Creak in the trapdoors
When I walk down...

I see my old self dance
And the records turn
But my head's a fog
Of muffled hits
And drunken lines.

I hear you've spun
your final song.
Well, things round here
Will be sadder
from now on
But I'm fairly certain
You made
Lovers from strangers.