
Date of issue: 13.03.2018
Song language: English
Draw a Line |
Could pitch our tent up on the mountainside |
Under stars beneath an open sky |
Thru desert, hand in hand, we’d cross the calm |
The gritty grains of sand between our palms |
We break out sailing, sliver from the source |
With only stars above to set our course |
The wind denies directions we demand |
We pull the wheel and feel the ropes in hand |
Imagination to pretend |
A fascination in the end |
Growing wings, we fail to fly |
To know these things |
And how to die |
Do I take, in any form |
Any shelter in the storm? |
To grow feet and walk the land |
And so I draw a line in… |
(sand in the wind) |
Our rising ghost will bring the wind |
(blown away… far away) |
The feeling lingers far away |
(oh…givin' in) |
Though I feel like givin' in |
(live again… start today) |
I see tomorrow start today |
Do I take, in any form |
Any shelter in the storm? |
To grow feet and walk the land |
And so I stand aside and… |
Draw a line in |
Sand |