In time we might walk the straight line 

But with memories of a grapevine 

A guitar, as we came close from far 

Forgot about the war 

We barely touched 

As if being watched 


And even in time 

We'll give in to crime 

We'll be on the line 

Pulling our weight 


Many miles from where I'm sleeping 

You share laughter in the evening 

As do I, in the great divine 

Yours is mine 

We'll find love 

The kind we're dreaming of 


And even in time 

We'll give in to crime 

We'll be on the line 

Pulling our weight