

Verse
Dust on my sandals, copper sky at the seam
Fourteen stamps in a passport, stitched into a dream
Market drums calling, cinnamon in the air
Every stranger's face like a cousin I forgot was there
Pre-Chorus
So who drew these lines in the sand
Between my two feet and my hand
Tell me why should a river or wall
Ever hold a heartbeat at all
Chorus
Every border sings my name
Every border sings my name
Barefoot on the broken lanes
We are dancing anyway
Fences turn to tambourines
Every border sings my name
Verse
Bells from the chapel, tin roofs down the hill
A grandmother's laughter that no visa can kill
Salt wind from the harbor, mixing with the drum
Different tongues, same rhythm, we all come from where we come
Pre-Chorus
So who drew these lines in the sand
Between my two feet and my hand
Tell me why should a river or wall
Ever hold a heartbeat at all
Chorus
Every border sings my name
Every border sings my name
Barefoot on the broken lanes
We are dancing anyway
Fences turn to tambourines
Every border sings my name
Bridge
I lost my father's language, found it in this song
Lost a little piece of home in every place I've gone
But tonight the whole horizon opens up like a door
And I don't need a map to know I've been here before
Chorus
Every border sings my name
Every border sings my name
Barefoot on the broken lanes
We are dancing anyway
Fences turn to tambourines
Every border sings my name
Every border sings my name
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