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