i´m tired of living in asia,
i´m tired of walking alone.
i´m thinking of crossing the border.
whoa, to a new romance,
new romance,
new romance.
i´m drifting away from the mainland,
i´m drifting away from the shore.
i´ll try not to look back in anger,
i´ve tried not to look back at all.
back at all,
back at all
she moves like a shadow in motion,
she moves like a shadow of night;
a figure from over the ocean,
a figure surrounded by the light.
by the light,
by the light
she´s over the border,
she´s over the border,
over the border.
typed by john manfreda