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 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 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 