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 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: