Where Do We Draw the Line

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 from 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 falls apart,
Before our love becomes 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
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?
‘Tis like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's brown leaves
With the one who never grieves

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 from 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

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



Where Do We Draw the Line

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?
And 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 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 falls apart
Before our love becomes 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.
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.

So why do we keep up this charade?
And 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 see?
If it can't be my design,
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 sign.
This is my line.