It's not usual
To mix the pleasure with the pain
It's not usual for me

This is so familiar
We're like oil and water
Maybe theres some relief here

In a cover of the day
In the afternoon
I feel so very strange
Like I'm walking on the moon

And if love flies past your eyes blindfolded
Know when to run and when to catch and hold it

It's not usual
To mix the pleasure with the pain
It's not usual for me

And it's not so peculiar to find
The strength in something weak
Not so peculiar to me

In the corner of my mind
In a quiet place
Remembering a smile
An expression on your face

And if love flies past your eyes blindfolded
Know when to run and when to catch and hold it