Heaven help the soul that's severed

From the place where it belongs

caught up in the mindless struggle

Of the weak against the strong

Headlights along the border

Keep the peace, their law and order



Why can't we see it's all a record of lies

It's their kind of strength

It's their only defense

An imaginary line



Just a kid and his younger brother

Headed for the wire

Had no rights in the telescopic sights

Of the vigilante's rifle fire



And now he's buried on the border

Where the rivers are blood not water



Why can't we see it's all a record of lies

(Why can't we see)

It's their kind of truth

It can only be proved

With imaginary lines



In times like these concerning

Who decides which bridge is burning

Don't fall for-map reading

Just make sure that you're still breathing



After the lines were drawn, the children would

dream of the pearls and how beautiful they were.

Year after year they would dive to the bottom of

the lagoon hoping that the oysters would come

back. They risked everything-their homes, families

and meager possessions-to search for the pearls.

To make sure they were heavy enough to reach the

bottom, the children tied stones to their backs.

Many of them died, streams of blood and broken

bodies rose to the surface of the lagoon...and

the lagoon cried.



Why can't we see it's all a record of lies

(Why can't we see)

It's their kind of strength

Their only defense

An imaginary line



Why can't we see it's all a record of lies

(Why can't we see)

It's their kind of truth

It can only be proved

With imaginary lines