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Delta Goodrem : The Riddle

words & music by Delta Goodrem, Vince Pizzinga

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 I like mars, it´s the reason I am here
Which I am there with does it appear

Chorus

Call me strange, call me straight
Call me anything you like
I´m a door and I can turn
Like the seconds on the clock
It´s a fight, is it real
It´s the reason I´m inside
It´s a riddle, in my door
I´m not what you think at all

Not at all

Tip toe with diplomatic words
Am I not exposed
From my wild child supressed

Tic tock my days go
Tic tock with every passing cloud
A different shape an apple tree

Maybe

Call me strange, call me straight
Call me anything you like
I´m a door and I can turn
Like the seconds on the clock
It´s a fight, is it real
It´s the reason I´m inside
It´s a riddle, in my door
I´m not what you think at all

Storybooks and dark angels sing
These blurry shapes in my magic land

Chorus x2