The Black Keys - Strange Times

Kings and sons of God
Travel all
The way to Earth
Coming restless mile
Easing all of them
All of them for you

Strange times
Here

Scratch you
In the square
Meant so much
When we first met
People come
From far and near Bless them me
Bless them everyone

Strange times
Here

Stay here
To dry your tear
I will be the one
To pull you
Through the mirror
Before you come
Before you come undone

Strange times
Here