Was that my voice? Is that my shoulder? Was that my eyelash? Is this my tongue? (This isn't your tongue) Your voice I think I heard the echo From the time When our accordion Stretched across Entire Europe We had one hand in Stockholm And one in Rome Can you remember The noise we made? Is this, is this the way we played? Your voice I think I heard the echo It must have traveled far High above the fields of boredom Which grew once you had left Will you remember? The noise we made? If I play for you now Is this, is this the way we played? Is this our noise? Is this our noise? Is this the way we played?