Text: Moody Blues. Seventh Sojourn. 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 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
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