The salon door sighs open
Like it knows my name
A teacup spins in circles
And the cat acts all the same
There’s a little knock-kneed tapping
From the wall behind the frame
And the mirror makes a face at me
Then blushes just the same
Oh, I lean in close
Oh, I grin and say
If the room is full of questions
Strange and unusual
Strange and unusual
I love the way it rattles
Strange and unusual
If the dead want tea tonight
I’ll pour one more and smile
A spoon begins a tango
On the edge of my plate
The chandelier starts gossiping
In a thin gold haze of fate
I’ve seen a fox with seven tails
And a postcard from the deep
Auntie swears the attic keeps
A borrowed cloud for sleep
Oh, I tilt my head
Oh, I catch the clue
Every crack and creaky corner
Strange and unusual
Strange and unusual
I love the way it rattles
Strange and unusual
If the dead want tea tonight
I’ll pour one more and smile
Maybe it’s a rumor
Maybe it’s a game
Maybe the floorboards know
A secret, wild by name
Telepathy in the hallway
A little polite at that
The lamp gives me a wink
Strange and unusual
Strange and unusual
I love the way it rattles
Strange and unusual
If the dead want tea tonight
I’ll pour one more and smile