Isn’t Life Strange

Isn’t life strange,
A turn of the page
Can read like before,
Can we ask for more?
Each day passes by,
How hard will man 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 there 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 there you were, and here we are.

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 there you were, and here we are.