There's a road that splits the town in two halves
Years ago they parted ways to find their paths
On one side the daylight favours their delight
Across the road they only move when the sky is full of stars thats shine and fly
When the night
Don't you feel the wind won't blown the same ways miles from home
Do you believe that they could build the bridge to gross the road
When the sun light disappears in to the hills
Of poppyfields one side wakes up to turn of winds
The wind blew out the flowers wondered how the starlets showed
The way home
Don't you feel the wind won't blown the same ways miles from home
Do you believe that they could build the bridge to gross the road
But we, we could be grossing borders
You, you should see across the road we have to walk
And you don't disagree across the room we have to talk
(You, you should see across the road we have to walk and you don't disagree across the room we have to talk)