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 all 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

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 signs

This is my line…