The Riddle - Delta Goodrem

Day turns to night, then night turns to day

In the blink of an eye, it’s the next year

Snowflake on my eyelash, it’s cold and I know why

I question everything

I am transfixed on the star, sky above

And unlike Mars, it’s the reason why I’m here

I am there when it doesn’t appear

Call me strange, call me straight

Call me anything you like

I’m the door and I can turn

Like the seconds on the clock

It’s the light, it is the rain

It’s the reason I’m missing

It’s the riddle in my call

I’m not what you think at all

Not at all

Tip toe with diplomatic words

Am I not exposed?

For my wild child suppressed

Tick-tock, my days go

Tick-tock, with every passing cloud

I’d even shape an apple tree, maybe

Call me strange, call me straight

Call me anything you like

I’m the door and I can turn

Like the seconds on the clock

It’s the light, it is the rain

It’s the reason I’m missing

It’s the riddle in my call

I’m not what you think at all

Storybooks and dark angels sing

These blurry shapes in my magic land

Call me strange, call me straight

Call me anything you like

I’m the door and I can turn

Like the seconds on the clock

It’s the light, it is the rain

It’s the reason I’m missing

It’s the riddle in my call

I’m not what you think at all

Call me strange, call me straight

Call me anything you like

I’m the door and I can turn

Like the seconds on the clock

It’s the light, it is the rain

It’s the reason I’m missing

It’s the riddle in my call

I’m not what you think at all