The summer after was nice
Played in New York and it was alright
There when I found out the method
From an article in WalesOnline
A picture of my mother in a weird hat
Under an overcast sky
"Successful music journalist, mother of two
Takes her own life"

How strange it all is
How strange it all is
How strange it all is
How strange it all is

Sometimes when everyone's high
They ask me what it's like, if I'm alright
I say it makes me more interesting
Thеn we laugh and then it's all fine
Somеtimes there's nothing to say
So I, ooh, bring it up to see the look on your face
Sometimes there's nothing to say
So I bring it up to see the look on your face

How strange I have been
How strange I have been
How strange I have been
How strange I have been

At the wake, someone took my arm
Said that you could write a song to honour your mum
Said the band could write a song
A song about this
Well, whoever the hell you are
I'm sorry, I guess this is it

How strange it all is
How strange it all is
How strange it all is
How strange it all is
How strange it all is
How strange it all is
How strange it all is
How strange it all is