Is It Really So Strange?
The Smiths Lyrics

I left the North
I departed from my place of birth

I traveled South
I journeyed to a distant location

I found a tiny house
I discovered a small place to stay

And I can't help the way that I feel
I have no choice in how I feel

Oh yes, you can kick me
You can physically harm me

And you can punch me
You can physically assault me

And you can break my face
You can cause physical damage to my face

But you won't change the way I feel
My emotions cannot be changed by physical harm

'Cause I love you, oh
Because I have strong feelings of love towards you

And is it really so strange?
Is it truly unusual or peculiar?

Oh, is it really so strange?
Is this situation as unconventional as it seems?

Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
Is the strangeness of this situation truly valid?

I say, "No", you say, "Yes"
We have differing opinions on the matter

But you will change your mind
Your opinion may shift in the future

I left the South
I departed from the location in which I had been staying

I traveled North
I journeyed in the opposite direction

I got confused, I killed a horse
I became disoriented, and harmed an animal

I can't help the way that I feel
I have no control over my emotions

Oh yes, you can kick me
Physical harm may still be inflicted upon me

And you can butt me
You are capable of injuring me in additional ways

And you can break my spine
You can cause serious harm to my back

But you won't change the way I feel
My emotions cannot be altered by physical harm

'Cause I love you, oh
I have strong feelings of love for you

And is it really so strange?
Despite the circumstances, is it truly unexpected?

Oh, is it really so strange?
Could this situation be more typical than it appears?

Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
Is the strangeness of this situation truly valid?

I say, "No", you say, "Yes"
We still have differing opinions on this matter

But you will change your mind
Your perspective may change in the future

I left the North again
I returned to my place of birth

I traveled South again
I journeyed to the distant location once more

And I got confused, I killed a nun
I became disoriented, and unfortunately caused harm to another person

I can't help the way I feel
My emotions are out of my control

I can't help the way I feel
My feelings are beyond my influence

I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell
I misplaced my belongings in a specific location

Why is the last mile the hardest mile?
Why is the conclusion of a journey often the most difficult?

My throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes
I was dehydrated and exposed to harsh sunlight

And I realized, I realized
I reached a sudden moment of understanding

I could never, I could never, never, go back home again
I recognized that I could never return to my earlier state or way of life