| Song | Favourite Stranger |
| Artist | Fish |
| Album | Internal Exile |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dick, Usher | |
| (Dick/Usher) | |
| Some times | |
| I feel I lost something | |
| In gaining everything, | |
| But I can't put my finger on what it was, | |
| It's just one of those nagging feelings, | |
| Like sitting with your back to an open door | |
| Waiting on a favourite stranger. | |
| I find it hard to talk about, its not easy | |
| As you might expect | |
| Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept | |
| That there's something missing, | |
| That there's something not quite there | |
| And that's why you're sitting there. | |
| Listening to me as | |
| I try to explain that chorus: | |
| You're my favourite stranger | |
| But don't read between the lines, | |
| I could say that | |
| I love you at this moment | |
| In passing time, | |
| But I could honestly tell you | |
| I don't know why | |
| I'm here, | |
| Sharing all my problems with you | |
| When you've already got your own share, | |
| From favourite strangers. | |
| Maybe it's just | |
| I need an audience to | |
| Pretend it's all an act, | |
| But all I gain is your confidence | |
| And a number in a filofax | |
| On the terms that it's a first name | |
| That'll run one day in split champagne | |
| And I'll recollect and just accept | |
| That you were one of my favourite strangers. (chorus) | |
| Sometimes | |
| I know I lost everything | |
| In gaining something, | |
| But I can't put my finger on what it was | |
| Its just one of those nagging feelings like sitting with your back to an open door, | |
| Expecting favourite strangers. |
| zuo ci : Dick, Usher | |
| Dick Usher | |
| Some times | |
| I feel I lost something | |
| In gaining everything, | |
| But I can' t put my finger on what it was, | |
| It' s just one of those nagging feelings, | |
| Like sitting with your back to an open door | |
| Waiting on a favourite stranger. | |
| I find it hard to talk about, its not easy | |
| As you might expect | |
| Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept | |
| That there' s something missing, | |
| That there' s something not quite there | |
| And that' s why you' re sitting there. | |
| Listening to me as | |
| I try to explain that chorus: | |
| You' re my favourite stranger | |
| But don' t read between the lines, | |
| I could say that | |
| I love you at this moment | |
| In passing time, | |
| But I could honestly tell you | |
| I don' t know why | |
| I' m here, | |
| Sharing all my problems with you | |
| When you' ve already got your own share, | |
| From favourite strangers. | |
| Maybe it' s just | |
| I need an audience to | |
| Pretend it' s all an act, | |
| But all I gain is your confidence | |
| And a number in a filofax | |
| On the terms that it' s a first name | |
| That' ll run one day in split champagne | |
| And I' ll recollect and just accept | |
| That you were one of my favourite strangers. chorus | |
| Sometimes | |
| I know I lost everything | |
| In gaining something, | |
| But I can' t put my finger on what it was | |
| Its just one of those nagging feelings like sitting with your back to an open door, | |
| Expecting favourite strangers. |
| zuò cí : Dick, Usher | |
| Dick Usher | |
| Some times | |
| I feel I lost something | |
| In gaining everything, | |
| But I can' t put my finger on what it was, | |
| It' s just one of those nagging feelings, | |
| Like sitting with your back to an open door | |
| Waiting on a favourite stranger. | |
| I find it hard to talk about, its not easy | |
| As you might expect | |
| Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept | |
| That there' s something missing, | |
| That there' s something not quite there | |
| And that' s why you' re sitting there. | |
| Listening to me as | |
| I try to explain that chorus: | |
| You' re my favourite stranger | |
| But don' t read between the lines, | |
| I could say that | |
| I love you at this moment | |
| In passing time, | |
| But I could honestly tell you | |
| I don' t know why | |
| I' m here, | |
| Sharing all my problems with you | |
| When you' ve already got your own share, | |
| From favourite strangers. | |
| Maybe it' s just | |
| I need an audience to | |
| Pretend it' s all an act, | |
| But all I gain is your confidence | |
| And a number in a filofax | |
| On the terms that it' s a first name | |
| That' ll run one day in split champagne | |
| And I' ll recollect and just accept | |
| That you were one of my favourite strangers. chorus | |
| Sometimes | |
| I know I lost everything | |
| In gaining something, | |
| But I can' t put my finger on what it was | |
| Its just one of those nagging feelings like sitting with your back to an open door, | |
| Expecting favourite strangers. |