In time we might walk the straight line

But with memories of a grapevine

A guitar, as we came close from far

Forgot about the war

We barely touched

As if being watched

And even in time

We’ll give in to crime

We’ll be on the line

Pulling our weight

Many miles from where I’m sleeping

You share laughter in the evening

As do I, in the great divine

Yours is mine

We’ll find love

The kind we’re dreaming of

And even in time

We’ll give in to crime

We’ll be on the line

Pulling our weight