Where Do We Draw The Line?
Poets Of The Fall
On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down
So why do we keep up this charade?
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait?
What does tomorrow want with me?
What does it matter what I see?
If it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line
Tell me where do we draw the line
The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird
So why don't we join the masquerade?
Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate?
What does tomorrow want with me?
What does it matter what I see?
If I can't choose my own design
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 lionheart?
S'like the Sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves
What does tomorrow want with me?
What does it matter what I see?
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line
Whatever tomorrow wants from me
At least I'm here, at least I'm free
Free to choose to see the signs
This is my line