She sits by the window
I sit by the aisle
The hostess pours the drinks
With a practiced 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
Counting kilometres
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
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
Divide by eight, multiply by five
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