Strangers - Raj Ramayya

We’ve found a kind of paradise

In a flowers bloom

We’ve seen the end of a mystic land

So close it meets the parting sun

We’ve shared the thoughts that two could share

We feel the truth, magic that we send…

Searching for something new

Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

We’ve heard a kind of paradise

Beyond the desert’s dunes

We’ve walked the earth in solitude

So cold we need the warmth of sun

We’ve lived the life that we could live

We see the truth magic that begins…

Searching for something new

Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

We’ve found a kind of paradise

Below a sky so new

We’ve weaved a web of mystery so wide

We need the light of day

We’ve worn the cloak of secret lives

We’ve seen the truth, magic that we send…

Searching for something new

Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

So when, will it end?

So when, when will we meet, my friend?