Intro: 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