Moody Blues - Isnt life strange

^CIsn't life ^Dmstrange^G, a turn of the ^Cpage?^Am Can read like be^Dmfore,^G can we ask for ^Cmore? Each day passes ^Dmby, ^Ghow hard man will ^Ctry ^Am The sea will not ^Dmwait; You know it ^Gmakes me want to ^Ccry, ^Gcry, ^Amcry ^{D Dm}

^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Amheart,^{G F}To be ^Emone with ^Dmyour ^Glove ^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Ameyes,^{G F}looking ^Emback where ^Dmyou ^Gwere; and ^Fhere we ^Care

^CIsn't love ^Dmstrange^G, a word we ar^Crange^Am? With no thought or ^Dmcare^G, maker of des^Cpair Each breath that we ^Dmbreathe^G, with love we must ^Cweav^Ame To make us as ^Dmone; You know it ^Gmakes me want to ^Ccry, ^Gcry, ^Amcry ^{D Dm}

^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Amheart,^{G F}To be ^Emone with ^Dmyour ^Glove ^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Ameyes,^{G F}looking ^Emback where ^Dmyou ^Gwere; when ^Fwe were ^Cyoung

^CIsn't life ^Dmstrange,^G a turn of the ^Cpage^Am? A book without ^Dmlight^G, unless with love we ^Cwrite To throw it a^Dmway,^G to lose just a ^Cday^Am

The quicksand of ^Dmtime; You know it ^Gmakes me want to ^Ccry, ^Gcry, ^Amcry ^{D Dm}

^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Amheart,^{G F}To be ^Emone with ^Dmyour ^Glove ^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Ameyes,^{G F}looking ^Emback where ^Dmyou ^Gwere

^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Amheart,^{G F}To be ^Emone with ^Dmyour ^Glove ^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Ameyes,^{G F}looking ^Emback where ^Dmyou ^Gwere

^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Amheart,^{G F}To be ^Emone with ^Dmyour ^Glove ^CWished I could ^Gbe in your ^Ameyes,^{G F}looking ^Emback where ^Dmyou ^Gwere