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 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 e