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..