He wrapped me in a sigh

The how, I can't recall.
Now I'm staring at what once was the wall.
Separating East and West,
and now they meet amidst the broad daylight.

So this is where you are, and this is where I am.
Somewhere between unsure, and a hundred.

It's hard, I must confess.
I'm banking on the rest, to clear away.
Cause we have spoken everything.
Everything short of our love.

You right where you are, from right where I am.
Somewhere between unsure, and a hundred.

Who's to say it's wrong?
Who's to say that it's not right?