strange

Joe Brooks

One breath, too late
Your gone for good.
twelve floors down to the street
it's funny how far its seems

but what could i do
and what would i change
when everythings strange
and why should i learn to fly
when i could just hide away
isn't it strange

under my skin
scars turn to stone
the freeway fades red to gray
i guess you found another way home

but what could i do
and what would i change
when everythings strange
and why should i learn to fly
when i could just drive away
isn't it strange

standing on this ledge up here
with a choir of angels in my ear sing
welcome to my *mind*
if i fall if i brake
will you hear the sound i make
i dont need what we left behind

but what could i do
and what would i change
when everythings strange
and why should i learn to fly
but what could i do
and what would i change
when everythings strange
and why should i learn to die
when i could just fly away
isn't it strange