Strange

All the way from across the sea

From the man to you, from the man to me

Four white sticks with good intentions

Feed the flame for my protection

I want to know what you want

To find what I don't

But now it's yesterday

Falling down a broken spiral

Heed the flame for no tomorrow

Back up on your feet again

Hold my hand, I'll be your friend

Cause the leaves are falling, falling down

Falling down again