Everything was calm inside the camp
When everyone's asleep I understand
You don't speak the same language as we
Two outsides don't make a territory
I want you to know that
You don't have to hang bait for me
Hold your tongue, sit, and wait for me
As our caravan rolls to the shore
I see it as two seats that we keep warm
This cannot go on and on
Starting to transgress the borderline
Mixing your confusion in with mine
The time has come to pay the penalty
For the sand from in your shoes you give to me
You should really know that
The way that you see yourself
Is not my business, not my thing to sell
When your mood is up, you give applause
But now your on the floor the bill is yours
This cannot go on and on