Lyrics The Dotted Line... - Strata

The Dotted Line...

Your knees are bruised up
You don’t even know what you’re worshipping
Outside the sun rises in the silence of another suicide scene
There’s nothing sacred here, no, nothing’s left clean
Say it!
Say it!
I know what you’re thinking now
You’re blowing your smoke in my face
You just need a little taste of it
Say it!
Say it!
It’s all in the script in L.A. -
I don’t even know your name, but you want everything…
Somebody’s kissing me like it means everything
And somewhere someone’s shaking my hand in the back seat of a limousine
Now who can I trust?
These new friends are so dangerous
Say it!
Say it!
I know what you’re thinking now
You’re blowing your smoke in my face
You just need a little taste of it
Say it!
Say it!
It’s all in the script in L.A. -
I don’t even know your name, but you want everything —
They don’t love you, never give your heart away
They don’t love you;
they’ll just take your heart away…
Name your price, sign it away on the dotted line and I’ll make you famous