If I say my name would that change the story I'm just another foreigner working in your country Got my nest of love in a distant land I sit next to you in the subway All the faces are faded and the looks are empty Through books, ipods and free newspapers In the land of wolves I'm the lonesome lamb I walk among the crowd searching for my place I'm the one without name Throw a flower to my grave You can put your arms around me You can kiss me when i'm dead. History is wise and the sky is falling Now I build your house, now i clean your country In the land of wolves I'm the lonesome lamb Yesterday you called it slavery I'm the one without name Throw a flower to my grave You can put your arms around me You can kiss me when i'm dead. Say something There should be some hope somewhere.