Rue Royale Foreign Night
on a foreign night we spoke telling stories of what it would be like when we got back home in the fading light we hoped that as we grew old those memories would never let us go
when we're together we survive to stick it out another night of waiting we dream together to survive to stick it out another night of waiting
crossing borders is all we know marking up a map, the passage that we're taking as we go all the buildings made of stone cause a jealousy as we drive by them in our rolling home
