Mourn my Luck

Draw the Line

Mourn my Luck


Where do we draw the line 
When our lives are so close 
Every time I look 
I see you staring back 
But is it me you see 
Or some shadow of the past 
Are our lines drawn in sand 
Will the tides wash them away 
Or are they carved in stone 
To weather the test of time 

Where do we draw the line 
Is the blind leading the blind 
Lost, can we ever find 
Where to draw the line 

Are we to be content, to live our lives this way 
This line that runs between us, and holds us at bay 
At times it's obscured, other times it fades 
But I long to keep it blurred, if just to touch your face 

Where do we draw the line 
Is the blind leading the blind 
Lost, can we ever find 
Where to draw the line 

Where do we draw the line 
I think the blind's leading the blind 
Lost, we can never find 
Where we draw that line