On your palm an endless wonder
The Lines that speak the
truth without a sound
And 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 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 lion heart?
It's 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
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 signs.
This is my line.
