Where Do We Draw The Line (Poets Of The Fall - Revolution Roulette Album 2008)
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 now 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 street make poetry nobody's ever heard the weight of lonelinesss 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 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 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 greves
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
what ever tomorrow wants from me at least i'm here at least i'm free free to choose to see the sign