miss templeton's 7000th dream

she recognizes the voice on the phone, but she can't recall his face, she hears knocking on her door at night, but he never leaves a trace, she's had seven thousand nights with the very same scene, repeated again and again in her dreams: a muffled scream, and a broken fall, as the moonlight creeps in from down the end of the hall, it's just the stars stooping down, to sing their goodbyes while a man with a briefcase, and hollowed out eyes speaks, over and over again, over and over again, stranger things have happened in my time, stranger things have happened in my time