Strange (Brooks Joe)

One breath too late and you're gone for good twelve floors down, to the street funny how far it seems but what could I do and what would I change when everything's strange why should I learn to fly when I can just hide away isn't it strange under my skin scars turn to stone the freeway fades red to grey I guess you found another way home but what could I do and what would I change now everything's strange why should I learn to fly when I can just drive away isn't it strange standing on this ledge up here with a a choir of angels in my ear singing, welcome to my mind if I fall, if I break, will you hear the sound I make I don't need what we left behind but what could I do and what would I change when everything's strange why should I learn to die when I could just fly away isn't it strange