Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Line in the Sand, artist - Close Your Eyes.
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Song language: English
Line in the Sand |
In a world full of hypocrites |
that speak of tolerance and love, |
it’s hard to find |
a single one that lives the things they speak of. |
You speak of love and respect, |
but there is so much hate in your words. |
As soon as you disagree, |
the boundary lines are all lost and blurred. |
Turn in that crooked smile, |
seething through gritted teeth. |
You hide your true intentions, |
but they’re crystal clear to me. |
Don’t we all know |
that crossing a line in the sand |
will be what unites us? |
History lies in the palm of our hand. |
And if death comes knocking. |
You can tell him that I’m still around. |
'Cos I’m here fighting |
'til they break these walls to the ground |
and tear the flag down. |
Your words have meant nothing, |
their presence subliminal. |
You monopolize acceptance |
and your hatred is criminal. |
Turn in that crooked smile |
seething through gritted teeth. |
You hide your true intentions, |
but they’re crystal clear to me. |
Turn in that crooked smile, |
seething through gritted teeth. |
You hide your true intentions, |
but they’re crystal clear to me. |
Don’t we all know |
that crossing a line in the sand |
will be what unites us? |
History lies in the palm of our hand. |
And if death comes knocking. |
You can tell him that I’m still around. |
'Cos I’m here fighting |
'til they break these walls to the ground |
And I’m here still fighting, |
the guns and cannons will sound. |
If freedom of choice is a god-given right, |
then who are you |
to take it away? |
You pompous Pharisee, |
you have nothing on me. |
This is my line in the sand. |
Tell me, where do you stand? |
Will you stand up for what’s right |
or back down from the fight? |
Victory or death! |
Victory or death! |
You hide your true intentions, |
but they’re crystal clear to me. |
Don’t we all know |
that crossing a line in the sand |
will be what unites us? |
History lies in the palm of our hand. |
And if death comes knocking. |
You can tell him that I’m still around. |
'Cos I’m here fighting |
'til they break these walls to the ground |
and tear the flag down. |