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 cant 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 nobodys ever heard The weight of loneliness stands on your feet The cage already there around the bird So why dont 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 cant 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? Wheres the cooling wind? Wheres the evergreen field? Wheres my mothers open arms? Wheres my father lion heart? Its like the suns gone down Sleeps in the hallowed ground now With the autumns brown 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 cant be my design, Tell me where do we draw the line? Whatever tomorrow wants from me, At least Im here, at least Im free. Free to choose to see the signs. This is my line.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 00:52:32 +0000
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