no frontiers, by the corrs

If life is a river and your heart is a boatAnd just like a water baby baby born to floatAnd if life is a wild wind that blows way on highAnd your heart is Amelia dying to fly

Heaven knows no frontiersAnd I've seen heaven in your eyes

And if life is a bar room in which we must wait'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gatesWhere we sing until dawn of our fears and our fatesAnd we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates

In your eyes faint as the singing of a larkThat somehow this black nightFeels warmer for the sparkWarmer for the sparkTo hold us 'til the dayWhen fear will lose it's gripAnd heaven has its way

Heaven knows no frontiersAnd I've seen heaven in your eyes

If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nailsAnd your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jailsWhere you thirst and you hunger for justice and rightAnd your heart is the pure flame of man's constant night

In your eyes faint as the singing of a larkThat somehow this black nightFeels warmer for the sparkWarmer for the sparkTo hold us 'til the dayWhen fear will lose it's gripAnd heaven has its wayAnd heaven has its wayWhen all will harmoniseAnd you know what's in our heartsThe dream will realise

Heaven knows no frontiersAnd I've seen heaven in your eyesHeaven knows no frontiersAnd I've seen heaven in your eyes



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