Two Islands

The front door has never looked more attractive
 Than it does right now, and it is somehow
 Due to the fact you're going at this once more
 And I've heard this before
 I've heard this before
 And as my escape plan slowly formulates
 You say something new, something you never do
 You no longer know me
 No, we've never met
 And further, you feel it has no real consequence
 Severed by naivety
 It confounds you and it condemns me
 I would stop to say goodnight, but
 Do strangers ever say goodbye?
 As I drive on the gateway
 With no real destination
 The odor of our discourse
 Repels me with remorse
 Of course I know better
 Than to settle this right now
 If we are two islands
 We'll never meet anyhow
 Severed by naivety
 It confounds you and it condemns me
 I would stop to say goodnight, but
 Do strangers ever say goodbye?
 I'm a stranger to you, a stranger to you
 Is this what real strangers do, or
 Do they know better?
 Can we put this aside? Please put this aside
 You can't just tear down your pride
 It's "death" or it's "life"
 Severed by naivety
 It confounds you and it condemns me
 I would stop to say goodnight, but
 Do strangers ever say goodbye?
 No I don't want to say goodbye
 I don't want to say goodbye