Isn't It Strange? - The Devil Wears Prada

Navigate the map

Distinguish a poorly-written script

Am I the city center or am I an island?

Isn’t it strange?

(Isn't it strange?)

Am I all alone?

The doctor is running a few minutes late

No drip to compensate

Paper blanket pulled out straight

No room for debate

Nothing echoes within the corners

A door frame contrasts the space

Always distracted, these ghosts took my name

They stole my faith, all in vain

All in vain

Invisible waves through me

Intrusion entirely slowed down like January

Take a form pathetically

Isn’t it strange?

Isn’t it strange?

The doctor is running a few minutes late

No drip to compensate

Paper blanket pulled out straight

No room for debate