the rain against the windshield endlesslyfor many years i cruised around the worldi’ve finally disembarked my ship of foolsa hero then, a stranger to returni’d trade my goldrush ‘gainst your silvernetsto know what happened after all this timeand in your arms i’m lost forevermorei wonder how you ever felt in mineisn’t it strange, i still can hear your callisn’t it strange, i’m not a ghost at allisn’t it strange or is it just insaneisn’t it strange, the glory and the famestill falls the rain..do you remember how we used to playand how we waved our banners in the sundo you remember how we gave ourselves awayfor some strange kind of funand how we smiled as if we’d understood the writings on the wallsand cooked our spice on silver spoonsand if we wouldn’t see the lightwe overdosed the foll’wing nightisn’t it strange…i’ve got burnholes in my fingers that could not ease your painor was it me who killed the blue inside your eyes?when silence grew behind our shadows on the wallbut if all was silent, could we hear a bit more?i wonder can you hear me now? – isn’t it strangeohhh…isn’t it strange, i still can hear your callisn’t it strange, i’m not a ghost at allisn’t it strange or is it just insaneisn’t it strange, the glory and the famestill falls the rain..