First we lived in India   In winter it rains there everyday   We were younger then   We were children in India   There were signs and people   We’d never understand   You said “Hold my hand”   And I held your hand      There is one of me   And one of you   Two of us   And one hundred questions   And two thousand reasons   But ten’s a perfect number   We are twenty thousand hearts full of hunger   Twenty thousand hearts      Then we’re dancing in Geneva   It’s New Year’s Eve   And all the Americans were there   They said, “It’s still last year in New York City.”   You said, “New York, where?”   I said, “New York City, its three thousand miles away.”   You said, “What’s a mile?”   I said, “It’s far away.”      There is one of me   And one of you   Two of us   And one hundred questions   And two thousand reasons   But ten’s a perfect number   We are twenty thousand hearts full of hunger   Twenty thousand hearts      Now you ask me to explain myself   And I tell you I need distance   You say, “To hell with distance, remember who you’re talking to.”   I say, “Closeness is too much for me.”   And dismiss you with a smile   You say, “Wish away your closeness, and imagine it’s a mile.”      There is one of me   And one of you   Two of us   And one hundred questions   And two thousand reasons   But ten’s a perfect number   We are twenty thousand hearts full of hunger   Twenty thousand hearts   Twenty thousand hearts full of hunger   Twenty thousand hearts