Always acted with suspicion, I've got a bad taste in my mouthnAnd we all hate to feel rejected but some things we never talk aboutnLike new borders and new checkpoints and this constant neednTo define and shut out the others from you and mennCold sweat running down the neck at airport check-insn'Cause freedom ends and it dies where unions and walls beginnScribbling cheap shots of small notes, I wouldn't call it poetryn'Cause you're alive and you are illegal when you just wanted to be freennYou got heart, you are full of soulnSo beautiful, so alonennComes autumn you look for rescue and some good news to comfortnSo you start hoping but try to make up some reasons not tonLike new treatise of free movement for the chosen fewnAnd in this world of new economy there is just no room for younnYou got heart, you are full of soulnSo beautiful, so alonennNo one's illegalnNo more nation statesnNo more bordersnI just can't wait