One day you'll see her and you'll know what I mean.
Take or or leave her she will still be the same.
She'll not try to buy you with her time.
Nothing's the same as you will see when she's gone.
It's foreign on this side
and I'll not leave my home again.
There's no place to hide
And I'm nothing but scared.
You dream of colors that have never been made,
You imagine the songs that have never been played.
They will try to buy you and your mind.
But only the curious have something to find.
It's foreign on this side,
and truth is a bitter friend
Reasons few have I to go back again.
- Sean Watkins