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 Strange thing, strange thing that we have