Delta Goodrem Lyrics
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