Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shihaba, artist - The Herd.
Date of issue: 25.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shihaba |
Even if I swear life isn’t fair in a song |
There’s more than part of me hoping that I’ll be proved wrong |
The disappearing view from my, my ivory tower |
Do I let what I feel decompose to powder? |
What is my life worth, if I let that die? |
That ideal, that I feel |
Don’t seem so surreal |
What is my life worth, if I let that die? |
Let me tell you 'bout the story of Shihaba |
Of adventure of disaster of dreams worth chasing after |
The first born of six little sisters and brothers |
Duty bound to help her mother, it was second nature to help another |
See that was bread and butter but she would hold it down at school |
Not every kid can afford a phase of being a fool |
Locked in family routine still a teen, future still a dream |
The view of the world from home — all’s not as it seems |
Picture when she graduated, the freedom that activated |
It hurt when her mum begged her to stay but she was motivated |
By, the rite of passage, sky opened up before her |
As she imagined what it’d be like across the water |
With the desire inside for living the life only the fire burned |
Will she be the same when she returns? |
Even if I swear life isn’t fair in a song |
There’s more than part of me hoping that I’ll be proved wrong |
The disappearing view from my, my ivory tower |
Do I let what I feel decompose to powder? |
What is my life worth if I let that die? |
So she saved up for a year and used it |
A return ticket to Europe |
Excited eyes below a disguise of a naive tourist |
One stop on the way included where her mum and dad were born |
Sri Lanka just a postcard 'til she flew in at dawn |
Warmly welcomed by family she’d barely met |
A visit that was too short, now she back up on a jet |
And she clicked between the channels in her seat, stretched her feet |
Got the feeling that freedom was found at thirty thousand feet |
Fell asleep, but woke up to «This is your pilot speaking |
Immigration slips we give you need completing |
Please be seated as the plane descends» |
Her heart beat faster then |
Thinking 'bout all the adventures in the months that lay ahead |
And below in the snow of Glasgow… she stared |
And she remembers what her dad said just before she left |
Of the importance of appreciating how adept the culture will enrich you |
Illuminate the bigger picture, the greater issues, that despite it all unite us |
What is my life worth, if I let that die? |
You need clear eyes to see it |
The reason to believe in |
The good in everyone even when looks are deceiving |
We’re all living breathing |
Real life flesh and blood |
The injustice huh, it never quite be enough |
To kill human kindness |
Sever the ties that bind us |
Colour, creed or nation |
Yo they’re not enough to define us |
Let the singular nature of our blood stain the great space |
Close your eyes and see the human race |
Her navy blue Australian passport |
Did not stop customs being sceptical of how long her stay would last for |
Raw fear and confusion and tiredness engulfed her |
'I don’t believe you, you’re lying' is what they told her |
(Come this way) |
Meanwhile others looked on, passengers she sat near |
They could hear her pleading, being dismissed by deaf ears |
(She lost it) |
It can’t be happening, there must be a mistake |
(Panic set in) |
The tears that took it in were streaming down her face |
(Breaking down) |
Arbitrarily deported, reported and recorded |
'Shut up and stop crying', official customs orders |
A rite of passage — the sky opened up before her |
Humiliated she was heading back across the water |
Desire for a life lived, the fire burned |
Will she be the same when she returns? |
Even if I swear life isn’t fair in a song |
There’s more than part of me hoping that I’ll be proved wrong |
The disappearing view from my, my ivory tower |
Do I let what I feel decompose to powder? |
What is my life worth, if I let that die? |
That ideal that I feel |
Don’t seem so surreal |
What is my life worth, if I let that die? |
That ideal that I feel |
Don’t seem so surreal |
What is my life worth, if I let that die? |