: 8 x 5


She sits by the window 
I sit by the aisle 
The hostess pours the drinks 
With a practised smile 
We talk about sunshine 
As we touch down 
Now we are the foreigners 
And you’re not around 

 Divide by eight multiply by five 
 Divide by eight multiply by five 

Countin kilometers 
Trying to translate 
Is this what I wanted? 
This twist of Fate 
Watching people take pictures 
With expensive cameras 
Through dirty windows 
Of foreign cars 

 Divide by eight multiply by five 
 Divide by eight multiply by five 

Playing with a calculator 
I’m counting the cost 
I feel so cheated 
At every border cross 
I’ll send you a postcard 
I wish you were here 
You think that I’m joking 
I’ve never been more sincere 

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