Isn't Life Strange
Isn't life strangeA turn of the pageCan read like beforeCan we ask for more?Each day passes byHow hard man will try?The sea will not wait
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -Wished I could be in your heartTo be one with your loveWished I could be in your eyesLooking back there you were, and here we are.
Isn't love strangeA word we arrangeWith no thought or careMaker of despairEach breath that we breatheWith love we must weaveTo make us as oneYou know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
Wished I could be in your heartTo be one with your loveWished I could be in your eyesLooking back there you were, and here we are.
Isn't life strangeA turn of the pageA book without lightUnless with love we write;To throw it awayTo lose just a dayThe quicksand of timeYou know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
Wished I could be in your heartTo be one with your loveWished I could be in your eyesLooking back there you were: