If you're still reading these letters I send, let me try to tell you... what I can't defend:

My charcoal country

My faith in man

Why I'm always asking you to run away again

Will you follow me across? (You know I'll have to think about it)

Will you follow, loved and lost? (You know I'll have to think about it)

Gotta run now, will you come with me, border crosser, my border crosser?

Gotta run now, will you be my border crosser, my border crosser?

I'll keep whistling on that tune we wrote

I'll keep whistling for the hills we know

I'll keep whistling for our hollow homes

I'll keep whistling whether you come or you don't

Will you follow me across? (You know I'll have to think about it)

Will you follow, loved and lost? (You know I'll have to think about it)

Gotta run now, will you come with me, border crosser, my border crosser?

Gotta run now, will you be my border crosser, my border crosser?

Meine liebe, Katharine, komm mit mir, ich bitte dich