The Border's There To Be Crossed

Waiting to grow
out this home
I have a longing line
Holding on

And I know oh
How we find
Out all our inhibitions
Over time

A border is there to be crossed
And it will be
Black sun behind the white clouds
Over sea

And I know oh
How we find
Out all our intuition
Over time

The morning light rolls on down the hills
As we all arise up to greet window sills

On a warm night
With a summer thrill
We will roll down
To get our fill
Of the full on lifting up sounds
From our human kind
Oh the warm times, oh the warm times
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