in your little corner of the world
you could roll around the globe
and never find a warmer soul to know
ten of your tin soldiers in a row
with eyes that looked like ice on fire
the human heart a captive in the snow
oh nikita you will never know anything about my home
i'll never know how good it feels to hold you
oh nikita is the other side of any given line in time
counting ten tin soldiers in a row
do you ever see the letters that i write
when you look up through the wire
nikita do you count the stars at night
and if there comes a time
guns and gates no longer hold you in
and if you're free to make a choice
just look towards the west and find a friend