For too long
Had, you looked into the avalanche
For too long
Thought you were being taken by chance
And you've descended farther
Than some would have liked to let you
And you're grateful to know that the sickness you had
Was a choice made by you alone
But for that it was a choice you are glad
Isn't it strange
Your life scored by screaming train wheels
Isn't it strange
Or maybe those were birds following you like eels
Isn't it strange
Isn't it strange