Strange - Joe Brooks

One breath too late

and you’re gone for good

twelve floors down, to the street

funny how far it seems

but what could I do

and what would I change

when everything’s strange

why should I learn to fly

when I can just hide away

isn’t it strange

under my skin

scars turn to stone

the freeway fades red to grey

I guess you found another way home

but what could I do

and what would I change

now everything’s strange

why should I learn to fly

when I can just drive away

isn’t it strange

standing on this ledge up here with a

a choir of angels in my ear singing, welcome to my mind

if I fall, if I break, will you hear the sound I make

I don’t need what we left behind

but what could I do

and what would I change

when everything’s strange

why should I learn to die

when I could just fly away

isn’t it strange