Where Do We Draw the Line

Poets of the Fall

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…