The answer in the open
The question in the mind
When you close your eyelids
I wonder what you’ll find

Laughter turns to teardrops
Beauty becomes dirt
Some notes should not be written
Some music is just made to hurt

What have we become?
A silver cloud of dust
You’re just a stranger
On a bus

I knew I thought I loved
It’s so hard to adjust
You, the stranger
On a bus

Nothing has been altered
Everything has changed
The streets, the mighty buildings
They all appear the same

I’m feelin’ kinda funny
Can’t seem to find my way
I know so many people
You have so many faces, names

What have we become?
A silver cloud of dust
You’re just a stranger
On a bus

A love so beautiful
A love that just got bust
You, the stranger
On a bus

• Woorde deur Per Gessle
• Musiek deur Andreas Broberger, Per Gessle en Alex Shield
• Uitgegee deur Jimmy Fun Music en Sony/ATV Music