Foreign - B! Machine

Maybe it ends today

These unraveling words

A pause and a moment

We are foreign

I am lost in the thought

I am tired of the game

Is that all that remains of

Have I become a slave of

Every dream that I bought

That you promised to sell

Is that all that remains of

The binding and chains of

Maybe it ends today

These unraveling words

I find my courage and

We are foreign

Divided again

Turning a corner

A moment and then

We are foreign

I am lost in the thought

I am tired of the game

Is that all that remains of

Have I become a slave of

Every dream that I bought

That you promised to sell

Is that all that remains of

The binding and chains of

I know you don’t remember me

Or what it was we used to have

And if you do, its not the same

We are not the same

I know you can’t conceive

Of what it was we almost had

And if you can, its not the same

We are not the same