First we lived in India

In winter it rains there everyday

We were younger then

We were children in India

There were signs and people

We’d never understand

You said “Hold my hand”

And I held your hand



There is one of me

And one of you

Two of us

And one hundred questions

And two thousand reasons

But ten’s a perfect number

We are twenty thousand hearts full of hunger

Twenty thousand hearts



Then we’re dancing in Geneva

It’s New Year’s Eve

And all the Americans were there

They said, “It’s still last year in New York City.”

You said, “New York, where?”

I said, “New York City, its three thousand miles away.”

You said, “What’s a mile?”

I said, “It’s far away.”



There is one of me

And one of you

Two of us

And one hundred questions

And two thousand reasons

But ten’s a perfect number

We are twenty thousand hearts full of hunger

Twenty thousand hearts



Now you ask me to explain myself

And I tell you I need distance

You say, “To hell with distance, remember who you’re talking to.”

I say, “Closeness is too much for me.”

And dismiss you with a smile

You say, “Wish away your closeness, and imagine it’s a mile.”



There is one of me

And one of you

Two of us

And one hundred questions

And two thousand reasons

But ten’s a perfect number

We are twenty thousand hearts full of hunger

Twenty thousand hearts

Twenty thousand hearts full of hunger

Twenty thousand hearts