Isn't life strange, a turn of the page?
Can read like before, can we ask for more?
Each day passes by, how 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 heart,
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes,
looking back where you were;
and here we are
Isn't love strange, a word we arrange?
With no thought or care, maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe, with love we must weave
To make us as one;
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry
Wished I could be in your heart,
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes,
looking back where you were;
when we were young
Isn't life strange, a turn of the page?
A book without light, unless with love we write
To throw it away, to lose just a day
The quicksand of time;
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry
Wished I could be in your heart,
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes,
looking back where you were
Wished I could be in your heart,
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes,
looking back where you were
Wished I could be in your heart,
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes,
looking back where you were