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 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 falls apart, 
Before our love [bad word] 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?
‘Tis 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?
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

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