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