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      Wish I could be in your heart   To be one with your love   Wish I could be in your eyes   Looking back there your 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      Wish I could be in your heart   To be one with your love   Wish 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      Wish I could be in your heart   To be one with your love   Wish I could be in your eyes   Looking back there you were   ...