This never was one of the great romances. But I thought you'd always have those young girl's eyes. But now they look in tired and bitter glances. At the ghost of a man who walks 'round in my disguise. I get the feeling that I don't belong here. But there's no welcome in the window anyway. And I look down for a number on my keychain. 'Cause it feels more like a hotel everyday. There's a stranger in the house; nobody's seen his face. But everybody says he's taken my place. There's a stranger in the house no one will ever see. But everybody says he looks like me. And now you say you've got no expectations. But I know you also miss those carefree days. And for all the angry words that passed between us. You still don't understand me when I say. There's a stranger in the house; nobody's seen his face. But everybody says he's taken my place. There's a stranger in the house no one will ever see.