Poets Of The Fall Where Do We Draw The Line
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 yo
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