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Heaven help the soul that's severed |
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From the place where it belongs caught up in the mindless struggle |
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Of the weak against the strong |
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Headlights along the border |
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Keep the peace, their law and order |
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Why can't we see it's all a record of lies |
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It's their kind of strength |
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It's their only defense |
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An imaginary line |
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Just a kid and his younger brother |
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Headed for the wire |
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Had no rights in the telescopic sights |
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Of the vigilante's rifle fire |
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And now he's buried on the border |
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Where the rivers are blood not water |
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Why can't we see it's all a record of lies (Why can't we see) |
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It's their kind of truth |
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It can only be proved |
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With imaginary lines |
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In times like these concerning |
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Who decides which bridge is burning |
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Don't fall for-map reading |
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Just make sure that you're still breathing |
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After the lines were drawn, the children would dream of the pearls and how beautiful they were. |
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Year after year they would dive to the bottom of the lagoon hoping that the oysters would come back. |
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They risked everything-their homes, families and meager possessions-to search for the pearls. |
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To make sure they were heavy enough to reach the bottom, the children tied stones to their backs. |
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Many of them died, streams of blood and broken bodies rose to the surface of the lagoon...and the lagoon cried. |
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Why can't we see it's all a record of lies (Why can't we see) |
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It's their kind of strength |
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Their only defense |
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An imaginary line |
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Why can't we see it's all a record of lies (Why can't we see) |
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It's their kind of truth |
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It can only be proved |
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With imaginary lines |
