youtube/watch?v=FZnpCnqXvEM 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 cant be my design 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 all 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 Wheres the cooling wind Wheres the evergreen field Wheres my mothers open arms Wheres my father lionheart Slike the suns gone down Sleeps in the hallowed ground now With the autumns browns leaves With the one who never grieves 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 Whatever tomorrow wants from me At least Im here, at least Im free Free to choose to see the signs This is my line Оригинал: en.lyrsense/poets_of_the_fall/where_we_draw_the_line Copyright: lyrsense ©
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 17:41:29 +0000
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