She moved with shameless wonder,
The perfect creature rarely seen,
Since some liar brought the thunder
When the land was godless and free.
Her eyes look sharp and steady,
Into the empty parts of me,
Still my heart is heavy,
With the hate of some other man's beliefs.
Always a well dressed fraud,
Who wouldn't spare the rod,
Never for me.
[Chorus:]
Screaming the name
Of a foreigner's God,
Screaming the name
Of a foreigner's God,
Screaming the name
Of a foreigner's God,
The purest expression of grief.
Wondering who I'll copy,
Mustering some tender charm,
She feels no control of her body,
She feels no safety in my arms.
I've no language left to say it,
All I do is quake to her,
Breaking if I try convey it,
The broken love I make to her.
All that I've been taught,
And every word I've got,
Is foreign to me.