Strange times in Casablanca when people pull down their shades And its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why We were to blame Blame comes remorselessly transfixed Like the sound of slamming doors And doors have doors have doors have doors have doors Like companions have pets they sleep in each other's mattresses Like maggots in despair And bleed in each other's nests and make a mess of each other's snares Strange times in Casablanca Strange times They make some striking couples They make some frustration of the call And only those who are satisfied by friendship would even pay Attention to it all It comes like mail or telegrams It comes expectant as a widow in heat as a widow in the searing heat And that contentment of depression that delivers most of the time But cannot help the styling of the horns in the shape of gargoyle Broken prints savage fingers Undertaken catamaran Strange times in Casablanca We've turned our back on it once before And we can hear from across the waters what damage it will cause us And you can smash once more And they can smash once more But I don't think anybody wants to smash anymore