He holds her tight in his arms yet another night she cries
She can't see the point of it all it's the hate that she despises
Lovers trapped in uncertainty the tragedy of secrecy
The pain of their devotion makes the strength of their emotion

Across the fence
Like two young kids with string and old tin cans
Playing games they know are all two real
Stealing kisses across the killing fields

From opposite sides of the line their bonds will never break
To run and hide to catch a smile
A chance for them to take
Curious eyes ask questions a smile will ease their doubt
Torn between anger and love it's the lies they can do without

Across the fence
Like two young kids with string and old tin cans
Playing games they know are all two real
Stealing kisses across the killing fields

The radio's dipped in tragedy sad stories and old folk songs
From ashes to ashes dust to dust yet another life is gone
Every day they pass on the street they don't dare raise their heads
To give a clue to let it slip would only push it over the edge

Across the fence
Like two young kids with string and old tin cans
Playing games they know are all two real
Stealing kisses across the killing fields

Thanks to davemartyn01