Came to your border
Looking back into the night
Falling down on
I'm a child of South Africa
I'm a child of Vietnam
I'm
Valley's deep and the mountain's so high
If you want to
And though I think of you tonight
I cannot hope to
Circles in the sky
White as paper fly
Sound of seagulls crying
You and me, our life is drifting along
Watching the world
Met an old friend the other day
Recognised from a different
All the nights that I've missed you
All the nights without
Talk of tomorrow
And you talk of the times that have
I woke up to a feeling, it was cold by
Saw the paper the other day
Started to read
Seems they've got