Where Do We Draw the Line
On your palm an endless wonder
The lines that speak the truth without a sound
And in your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down
So why do we keep up this charade
N' how 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 seeIf it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the lineTell me where do we draw the lineThe 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 birdSo why don't we join the masqueradeBefore it falls apart, before our love becomes insatiateWhat does tomorrow want from meWhat does it matter what I seeIf I can't choose my own designTell me where do we draw the lineWhat does tomorrow want from meWhat does it matter what I seeIf we all walk behind the blindTell me where do we draw the lineTell me where do we draw the lineWhere's the cooling windWhere's the evergreen fieldWhere's my mother's open armsWhere's my father lionheartS'like the sun's gone downSleeps in the hallowed ground nowWith the autumn's browns leavesWith the one who never grievesSo why do we keep up this charadeN' how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to waitWhat does tomorrow want from meWhat does it matter what I seeIf it can't be my designTell me where do we draw the lineWhatever tomorrow wants from meAt least I'm here, at least I'm freeFree to choose to see the signsThis is my line
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