These foreign lines are making good time, toward my eyes

I taught myself to live this way, I place my hand next to your hand

The best paper back writers, couldn't find a way to unite us

I need to believe in you again, I need to believe in me again

These foreign lines they're making good time, toward my mind

I fought myself to take a stand, I place my hand next to your hand

The best paper back writers, couldn't find a way to unite us

I need to believe in you again, I need to believe in me again