poets of the fall
where do we draw the line
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 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 becomes 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 