My foreign soul, you’ve been travelling so long Was there a beginning to the journey you’re on? Where have you come from? Where have you been? Tell me a tale of the things you have seen I’ve been looking for answers, looking far and wide I’ve been looking for answers on the other side All that is glistening, it isn’t gold Looking for truth beyond the lies we’ve been told All the King’s horses and all the King’s men Couldn’t begin to put things right again Where tenderness is, that’s where I’m bound Something so deep, so rich, profound I am skin With blood and bone and pain and joy within And something more That can’t be bought or sold, abide or follow any law I’ve walked the curve of the earth below and above Been turned to ash in the fire of love I’ve burned like a flame in the blackest of nights Fallen so far from the highest of heights But my foreign soul’s risen again Been cleansed and soothed in the Berlin rain Deceit from those closest is a cold surprise Found so much warmth in a strangers eyes And so I must travel and so I must roam There is no such place as a place to call home Where tenderness that’s where I’m bound Somewhere so deep, so rich, profound.