If I had another life
And not the one I'm in
I'd reach down into my soul
And find a little love within
I'd emerge as someone new
Dressed in another skin
Be someone who wants something more
And not the fool I've been
I look into your eyes to see what I can see
But I only see a paper face staring back at me
Only you can understand what love is meant to be
And it's a strange thing, undoubtedly
It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
It's a kind of love, a kind of going mad
It's sometimes good, but never truly bad
It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
And in the night
When sleep won't come for free
A laughing dancing clown
In dreams that torment me
And there you are again
That photo in my pocket
It's a madness in my mind
But I don't know how to stop it
We meet in shadows after dark we run down endless streets
Black serpents at my back I never get to sleep
Red roses falling from the sky landing at my feet
But they turn to thorns and only make me bleed
It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
It's a kind of love, a kind of going mad
It's sometimes good, but never truly bad
It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
I keep a little memory of how it used to be
A bit of your life in my hands from days when you loved me
Only you can understand what love is meant to be
And it's a strange thing, undoubtedly
It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
It's a kind of love, a kind of going mad
It's sometimes good, but never truly bad
It's a kind of love, this strange thing, strange thing that we have