Words & music by Væring/Dalsgaard 2001
First time I threw my bait into the endless sea
I set out to catch a dolphin but you caught on to me
as I woke up feeling lonely I turned my head and saw
the pretty thing beside me had a hook sunk deep into her jaw.
I ran out in the street into the early morning sun
I stopped a passer-by and told him what I’d done
So kind his tone of voice
yet every other word
was in a foreign language
like nothing I had ever heard
It’s a foreign language it’s a foreign language
First time I touched the ball I knew I wouldn't yield
before I had it soaring across the open field
so when the chance was there I carved the sky in two
by kicking it so hard it flew beyond the field into the blue.
I looked for it all over I left no stone unturned
yet everyone I asked seemed strangely disconcerned
So kind their tone of voice
yet every other word
was in a foreign language
like nothing I had ever heard
It’s a foreign language It’s a foreign language
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