Where Do We Draw The Line
On your palm an endless wonderThe lines that speak the truth without a soundIn your eyes awaits the tireless hungerAlready looks for prey to run down
So why do we keep up this charade?Why do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait?
What does tomorrow want from me?What does it matter what i see,If it can't be my design?Tell me, where do we draw the line?
The dance of flames and shadows in the streetMake poetry nobody's ever heardThe weight of loneliness stands on your feetThe cage already there, around the bird
So why don't we join the masquerade?Before it falls apart, before our love become insatiate
What does tomorrow want from me?What does it matter what i see,If i can't choose my own design?Tell me, where do we draw the line?
What does tomorrow want from me?What does it matter what i see,If we all walk behind the blind?Tell me, where do we draw the line?
Where's the cooling wind? Where's the evergreen field?Where's my mother's open arms? Where's my father's lionheart?It's like the sun's gone down, sleeps in the hallowed ground nowWith the autumn's browns leaves, with the one who never grieves
So why do we keep up this charade?Why do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait?
What does tomorrow want from me?What does it matter what i see,If it can't be my design?Tell me, where do we draw the line?
Whatever tomorrow wants from meAt least i'm here, at least i'm freeFree to choose to see the signThis is my line