Corinne Bailey Rae

So what, you think this is usual?
Strange moon, strange land, strange man.
Hold the hands of tiny horses,
Hold them, hold them kindly, man.
Low Red Moon,
How can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like baby?
But you shine so different on another.
You shine different on another.
I look up, and I see
The raising of an old hope,
Brave and tattered.
A shining knight with shining eyes,
He shines around me brightly.
So now, I say this is beautiful.
I think you are strange.