 The rain against the windshield endlessly
For many years i cruised around the world
I've finally disembarked my ship of fools
A hero then, a stranger to return
I'd trade my goldrush 'gainst your silvernets
To know what happened after all this time
And in your arms i'm lost forevermore
I wonder how you ever felt in mine
Isn't it strange, i still can hear your call
Isn't it strange, i'm not a ghost at all
Isn't it strange or is it just insane
Isn't it strange, the glory and the fame
Still falls the rain..
Do you remember how we used to play
And how we waved our banners in the sun
Do you remember how we gave ourselves away
For some strange kind of fun
And how we smiled as if we'd understood the writings on the walls
And cooked our spice on silver spoons
And if we wouldn't see the light
We overdosed the foll'wing night
Isn't it strange...
I've got burnholes in my fingers that could not ease your pain
Or was it me who killed the blue inside your eyes?
When silence grew behind our shadows on the wall
But if all was silent, could we hear a bit more?
I wonder can you hear me now? - isn't it strange
Ohhh...
Isn't it strange, i still can hear your call
Isn't it strange, i'm not a ghost at all
Isn't it strange or is it just insane
Isn't it strange, the glory and the fame
Still falls the rain..
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