He holds her tight in his arms yet another night she cries

She can't see the point of it all it's the hate that she despises 

Lovers trapped in uncertainty the tragedy of secrecy 

The pain of their devotion makes the strength of their emotion



Across the fence 

Like two young kids with string and old tin cans

Playing games they know are all two real

Stealing kisses across the killing fields



From opposite sides of the line their bonds will never break

To run and hide to catch a smile 

A chance for them to take

Curious eyes ask questions a smile will ease their doubt

Torn between anger and love it's the lies they can do without



Across the fence 

Like two young kids with string and old tin cans

Playing games they know are all two real

Stealing kisses across the killing fields

							



The radio's dipped in tragedy sad stories and old folk songs

From ashes to ashes dust to dust yet another life is gone

Every day they pass on the street they don't dare raise their heads 

To give a clue to let it slip would only push it over the edge



Across the fence 

Like two young kids with string and old tin cans

Playing games they know are all two real

Stealing kisses across the killing fields

							



						     



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