On your palm an endless wonder
 Lines that speak the [bad word] without a sound
 In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
 Already looks for prey [bad word] 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 with me
 What does it matter what I see
 If it can't be my design
 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 [bad word] insatiate

 What does tomorrow want with me
 What does it matter what I see
 If I can't choose my own design
 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

 What does tomorrow want with 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 I'm here, at least I'm free
 Free to choose to see the signs
 This is my line