Lines on a map

Ink on a page

Stories we’re taught

Carry our rage

Your sky is my sky

Same moon that we share

Different old prayers

But the same thin air

All flags in the wind

Same breath in our lungs

Every border just a line we drew

Then called it blood

If I hurt you

I’m cutting my own tongue

‘Cause underneath the colors we’re the same one

Faces in crowds

Strangers in trains

Different old names

Very same veins

We build little walls

‘round what we’ve been told

Guarding our sand

Like it’s made of gold

All flags in the wind

Same breath in our lungs

Every border just a line we drew

Then called it blood

If I fear you

I’m turning from the sun

‘Cause underneath the colors we’re the same one

What if your child

Was also my child

Crying the same cry

In a different tongue

What if your home

Was suddenly mine

Would I still say “them”

Or would I say “us”

All flags in the wind

Same breath in our lungs

Every border just a line we drew

Then called it blood

If I love you

I’m healing everyone

‘Cause underneath the colors we’re the same one

Yeah underneath the colors we’re the same one

Track from the album "Culture Clash"