?
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
, ?
N 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 lionheart
Slike the suns gone down
,
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumns browns leaves
,
With the one who never grieves
, .
So why do we keep up this charade
, ?
N 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
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